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cuddlesslut · 4 years ago
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Memories
Part three to Home
Suna x fem reader
Atsumu x fem reader
Tags: still angst, light fluff, just a lot of Suna simping.
AN// let me know if you want me to continue the story.
Part Two: Silence
Part Four: Chance Encounters
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You were the most beautiful girl Suna had ever seen. When he saw you that first day of school it was like the clouds in his normally dreary day parted and he could feel the sun. You weren’t in the same class much to his dismay. That didn’t stop the middle blocker from searching for your face in the crowds of the halls or the cafeteria. Though it was rare he stilled catch some glimpses. In those moments a war waged in his mind part of him wanted to go introduce himself, he wanted to know your name. To just be around you. But another side of his brain forbid that. Stating that he was fine were he was he would just interrupt your day. What would he even say to you. Hi I’m Suna I’ve been watching you since the first and even though I know next to nothing about you I can’t get you out of my head..... yeah no. He’d just sit back and wait for opportunity to knock. Suna curses himself for his laziness. He can’t describe how his heart stop the day his friend brought you to practice and introduce you as his girlfriend.
Though he kept his composure he felt as though the air was stolen from his lungs. This is the closesest he had ever to been to you and it was overwhelming to say the least. You stood there at Atsumu’s side smiling and greeting the team memebers and when your attention drew to Suna he realized his favorite thing about you was your eyes. You beautiful (e/c) eyes shown with so much light and happiness. When you smiled you smiled with your eyes, always getting this cute little crinkle. He shook his head at these feelings. You were taken and by one of his friends no less.
From that moment on you presence was always close by joining the boys for lunch or stopping by practice with little snacks you had made the team. Suna almost resents how easy he gets along with you. How simple it is to fall into a banter with you. He hates how calming it is when you’d sit next to him and laugh as you showed him some meme. He wanted to be annoyed with you ever time you’d put your foot down and insist he let you wrap his finger after a bad block. But he couldn’t you were just such a caring person. He’d try and give you some petty insults, maybe if he caused a rift between the two of you he’d feel better, maybe then if there was more space between you he’d feel less guilty for always being enraptured by you. But you’d always snap back with something just as clever or petty. You could go toe to toe in trading insults but both of you knew neither of you meant it. You’d always break out into that breathtaking smile after a few rounds of back and forth. He realized soon that he’d much rather keep you in his life as a friend even if he could never have you because at least he’d still see that smile. At least as your best friend he’d still see your eyes shine bright and he could take a small pleasure in knowing he brought some of that happiness.
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“You need to calm down,” Suna turned to see Osamu taking the seat on the bench next to him.
Suna's hands run through his hair gripping the roots in frustration as he let out a yell.
“How the fuck am I supposed to be calm, she could be hurt or missing, and that ass is just sitting there! Two weeks! Lord knows what could have happened by now.” Hes shaking part of him wants to go back up and give Atsumu a few more licks but he knows no good will come from it.
“YN is a grown woman and she’s smart and strong and you know damn well she’d bitch you out right now for thinking she couldn’t handle herself,” the former ace chuckled.
“I’d much rather her here bitching cause at least then she’d be here,” he groaned rubbing his hand down his legs trying to let out some of his nerves. “Did you know?” He asked the grey haired twin.
Samu gave his quick glare of offense. “Absolutely not believe me if I’d known I would have been the one to deck him , you just beat me to it.”
“The last i heard from her was her birthday, maybe if I’d had stopped by and brought the Onigiri myself I could have been there for her,” he sighs.
“We’ll find her don’t worry,” his friend pats his back, “and then you can finally confess,”he smiles.
“I’m that obvious huh,” he sighed.
Samu let a loud laugh “ OH PLEASE we all knew, well maybe not YN she can be kinda blind ya’know,”
Suna shook his head laughing. He has to see you.
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They returned home today from nationals. The loss to Karasuno was really starting to sink in now that was Suna was home sitting in his room alone the house quiet. He laid there berating himself for balls he failed to block. If I had just done better maybe my team would still be playing. Maybe - he was disrupted from his thoughts by the chime of the door bell. His parents were out of town this weekend. They had assumed like many Inarizaki would still be out in Tokyo fighting for first place. It was fine though Suna was used to being alone. But that just confused him more as he made his way to the door. Who could possibly be here. All he can say is he’d never except to open the door and see you standing there. Like always you stole his breath away.
“What yer not gunna let me in,” you teased “and to think I brought you snacks!” He just realized now she was carrying a grocery bag that looked pretty heavy.
“Give me that ya Dummy,” he said taking away the snacks, he stepped to the side allowing her entry.
“I figured you were hungry, but try to save me some,” she giggled. Suna just rolled his eyes as she took a seat on his couch.
“What are you doing here?” He questioned taking his seat beside her making sure to leave a respectable distance. Though he wants nothing more than to hold you close. He dismisses the thought as he rummages threw the goodies waiting for your response. He smiles seeing the package of milk bread you bought. He took it out and tossed it to you knowing it was your favorite. You smile and give a slight nod as a thank you.
“I figured you wouldn’t want to be alone after the game, I know your probably thinking a whole bunch of nonsense right now aren’t ya?” She looked at him with a solem but knowing look. He cursed how well you knew him. Seeing as he had been doing just that before your arrival. His heart squeezed at the thought of you wanting to comfort him. It almost gives him a slight hope. What about Atsumu, he lost that game too.
“Why aren’t you with you boyfriend, he’s probably taking it harder than me,” he asks knowing he might ruin this little fantasy he has here with you. He sees a sad look cross your face at the mention of the setter. It’s not a look Suna wants to keep seeing.
“You’re right about that, Tsmu’s having a tough go of it,” she gave a soft smile. “But he said he didn’t want my pity and asked I leave,” Suna could see your eyes get a little glassy thinking back to the conversation.
“He’s an Ass.” The middle blocker states plainly.
“He’s just got a lot of emotions right now and wants his space, it’s okay.” But Suna can see your hurt. He knows it wont do any good to keep talking about it.
“His loss, now I get all of the snacks,” pulling out a bag of chips. “Want to watch a movie?”
That’s how the evening went the both of you curled up on the couch Suna had brought down some pillows and blankets and he wouldn’t lie he loved seeing you wrapped in his comforter. You went on and on about this anime you started and you nearly died when he agreed to let you show it to him, pumping your fist in the air going off about your favorite character and how he’s totally going to love him. Suna looks over at you and your wearing the biggest smile eyes wide with joy. This is will always be his favorite moment he thinks.
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He’s right that moment still sticks out in his mind. He has plenty of great memories but that one right there is his favorite. He’s been thinking back on a lot of his memories of you lately.
It’s been seven months since your birthday and no one in your former circle new anything about where you were. You hadn’t talked to anyone. Your number was no longer in service and all of you socials have gone silent.
After a couple of days of looking for you Suna was ready to go to the Police and report you missing, ready to call every hospital and pray you are safe. At this point that’s all that matters to him. He can’t bare to think about anything bad happening to you but it’s hard to keep his mind out of the dark place. Osamu was the one to stop him. Luckily they had gotten in touch with their former captain and while Kita was sorry to hear about the situation and very disappointed in his junior for his actions. Every one was upset with Atsumu for his actions. Kita was gladly willing to help in the search. Still being in their home town he was able to pay your parents a quick visit. And while he was happy he could inform them both that your parents had heard from you the other day so your fine. That was all your parents could tell him, stating that you had requested to keep your privacy not wanting to talk to anyone. So while they knew the biggest detail they still knew nothing.
It hurt Suna the most. How could you just cut him off like that. You were the most important person to him how could you not know that. He fretted. He knows your hurting but why did you have to cut all of them off most importantly him. Part of him was so incredibly angry how could you not even say goodbye to him. Did his friendship really mean that little to you. But another part of him understood that he couldn’t possibly know what you are going through. All he knew is how much he missed your smiling eyes. He would give everything to see you again.
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voiceless-terror · 4 years ago
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And Many Happy Returns
part 2 of my sequel to Inseparable, my childhood friends au. part one here.
Tuesday dawns quicker than Jon imagined it would. 
It’s not one of his best days. First of all, tomorrow is Martin’s birthday, which already has him antsy and distracted. Second, he keeps losing his train of thought whenever he talks to Martin and he’s definitely starting to think something’s up. Third, he’s gotta tell him he can’t play today.
“I’m going to the store with Nan tonight, she wants me to help pick out the groceries,” he says, tearing his sandwich into bits and trying to maintain eye contact with Martin. Nan always thinks he’s lying when he doesn’t meet her eyes. “She says I’m too picky cause I won’t eat anything she gives me.” That’s true, though she wouldn’t remedy it by letting him pick out his own food. She’d just let him go hungry.
“You should eat it anyway,” Martin says, his brow furrowing in concern. “You’ll never grow tall if you don’t eat dinner.” He sounds like one of those TV adverts on the kid channels. Jon has to stop himself from rolling his eyes.
“It’s fine.” He shoves a bit of sandwich in his mouth. Martin worries too much, and not about the right things. He’s going to make sure Martin has a worry-free birthday. Even if it means making him worry extra today, which kind of cancels it out. He tries to remind himself that feelings aren’t math, though it sure would make things a lot easier if they were. Emotions are messy and Jon doesn’t always understand them.
At the end of the day Martin parts from him reluctantly, and Jon tries not to let it bother him. I’ll make him very happy tomorrow. It’ll be worth it. He drags his feet a bit on the walk, taking twice the normal amount of time to get home. By the time he opens the door, his nan’s already there, putting her purse over her shoulder.
“C’mon then, child,” she says, not sparing him a glance as she slips into her shoes. “Don’t dawdle.” Jon follows suit, throwing his backpack haphazardly on a pile of shoes and bounding out towards the car. He’s usually not a fan of car rides with his Nan; she doesn’t like to play music and she isn’t a fan of Jon’s ‘incessant chattering,’ so they can get pretty boring. This time, however, he’s too distracted to let it bother him, and before he knows it, they’re pulling into the car park. 
Nan insists on doing her shopping first, so Jon has a lot of time to stew. What if they don’t have what he wants? What if they’re all out of cupcakes and Jon has to get him some sort of cookie? What if he has to get him an oatmeal raisin cookie? That would be a disaster. Martin likes them, but they’re just so boring. 
Jon almost breaks out into a sprint when they finally reach the bakery section, but a sharp tug on his arm stops him. He takes exaggeratedly slow steps to the far right counter, where he can spot the birthday cakes and a small selection of cupcakes. Jon’s eyes scan over the rather limited options until he finds it. The perfect one.
He taps on the glass emphatically. “That one. The one with the orange icing.”
His grandmother leans down beside him, her mouth drawn in a disapproving frown. He hopes she hasn’t changed her mind- usually if he behaves, she’ll follow through on her promises. And Jon’s been very good, except for the whole almost-running thing. 
“Are you sure?” She points to a different one to the right, with boring blue icing and dumb baby sprinkles. “The blue one’s much nicer. Orange, it’s such an odd color for-”
Jon stamps his foot in outrage, a move that’s sure to get him in trouble later. “Martin’s hair is orange and it's fantastic! It has to be this one.” He pauses, well aware of the consequences of a tantrum and tacks on an insistent “please.” 
It gets the job down. She gives him one last exasperated sigh before motioning to one of the people behind the counter, pointing at Jon’s choice. He bounces on his feet as they wrap it in a nice little box and Nan carefully puts it in the seat of the cart. “Thank you thank you thank-”
“Alright, that’s enough.” But she’s giving him a little smile, and doesn’t even flinch when he throws his arms around her waist. “You’re welcome.” He gives her an extra good squeeze.
Almost there!
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And finally it’s Wednesday. The big day. Martin’s day.
He’s spent all of last night fixing up his present, looking at it with a critical eye. He thinks Martin will like it. He hopes he will. Nan had given him the cupcake and told him to make sure he handled it very carefully, lest he get icing all over everything.
Jon’s not stupid. He can handle one cupcake.
“Jon!”
At the sound of Martin’s voice, Jon shoves the box into his backpack.
“Happy Birthday!” he shouts, throwing his arms around Martin and squeezing him tight. Martin’s wonderful at hugs, but Jon can give very good ones if he puts his mind to it. Martin pauses and it takes a few moments before he eagerly returns it.
“Y-You remembered!” Jon looks up from his spot in Martin’s sweater (it’s very soft) and resists the urge to scowl. There’s no scowling on people’s birthdays. 
“Of course. You only told me a few days ago.” He reluctantly parts from him and gives him a lookover- Martin’s not wearing anything special (besides the sweater, a nice light blue), he doesn’t look any different. Jon expected him to carry himself with a different air, like he’s seen older kids do. But eight year old Martin looks the same as seven year old him. Unless he grew a centimeter or two overnight, as children are wont to do.
“I figured we could go to the park after school to celebrate.” Jon resists the urge to dance on his feet as Martin gives him a shy smile. “Well, not the park but the little clearing behind it- you know, the one where we found the headless doll-”
There’s a little path in the sparse woods nearby, where Martin and Jon like to go when the weather is nice. It’s as warm as it could be, and Jon made sure to clear the twigs from the area beforehand so it wasn’t so messy. He’s got a picnic blanket and everything.
“You don’t have to go through the trouble, not if you don’t want-”
“Martin,” Jon sighs, giving him a level look. “It’s not trouble if it’s you.”
His friend’s face immediately goes red at Jon’s words, and he opens and closes his mouth a few times before he manages to speak. Martin gets like that when he’s flustered, though Jon has no idea what he said to cause it. 
“I-I would like that, I think.”
“Good.”
Martin keeps shooting him shy smiles all day and Jon can’t keep still, he’s too excited! He’s almost tempted to give Martin the cupcake at lunch (he checks his bag- still good!), but he also brought a little surprise with that, and he’ll definitely get in trouble if they see him at school with it. Still, it takes everything in him not to just celebrate now. By the time the bell rings, Jon’s already out of his seat, tugging at Martin’s hand. 
“I’m sorry I couldn’t throw you a party,” he says as he practically skips his way to the playground, Martin huffing alongside him. “But you know how Nan is, and I don’t really know who we’d invite. Better it’s just us.”  They bypass the playground and the few children on it until they make their way to the clearing. Some new twigs must have fallen since his visit on the weekend, and Jon impatiently kicks them aside and throws his backpack to the ground, rummaging through it. Martin stands patiently beside him, watching as he pulls out a ratty blanket and spreads it out on the grass with a flourish. He plops to the ground and pats the spot next to him, gesturing for Martin to sit.
“And for the last bit…” he digs around in his bag, pulling out the small container. The cupcakes gone all crooked and some of the icing’s smeared, so Jon turns that edge towards him. “Tada!””
And Martin just stares.
He’s starting to get nervous. Jon’s gotten good at figuring out Martin’s expressions, but this one is just plain weird. It’s just a lumpy cupcake and Martin’s staring at it like he’s liable to break into a million pieces. Jon’s starting to think he’s done something horribly wrong.
“You don’t like it?” he asks tentatively, starting to pull back. “Should I have gone with the blue one? I thought you liked orange-”
“I do.” Oh no. Martin’s voice has gone all squeaky and breaky, like when they read that book where the dog died at the end. “It’s just- It’s very nice of you. You didn’t have to-”
“Of course I did.” Jon says as soon as he realizes where this is going. “But here, hold this- I’m not done.”
“Not done?”
He digs around in his backpack again and pulls out the small box of matches he’d stolen from the cabinet and a tiny, single candle from some ancient cake pack. Nan had plenty of them, to light the cigarettes Jon’s not supposed to know she smokes. He’s seen her light them with ease, so it shouldn’t be that hard.
He turns and opens the container, still in Martin’s hands, and sticks the candle right in the middle. He takes the matches and tries to strike them against the black bit, fast and quick like his Nan does, but it only succeeds in breaking the match in half.
“Oops. Hold on.” He tries again to no avail, this time flinging the bent match to the side. Three. Four. Five more tries, and he’s starting to get real frustrated and embarrassed. He’s almost eight, for crying out loud. He should be able to light a match.
“Um, here. Let me.” Martin gestures for the pack and Jon reluctantly hands it over, taking the cupcake instead. With one smooth, easy motion, Martin strikes the match against the stripe and Jon watches in awe as it easily lights.
“Wow!”
“It’s not that hard.” He places it against the candle and shakes it out in his hand. He pauses for a moment, staring at the lit candle like he doesn’t know what to do.
“Well? Make a wish!”
“O-Oh! Right.” Martin closes his eyes, clearly concentrating real hard. So hard, in fact, that the wax is starting to melt a bit and Jon worries he’s forgotten to make a wish. A few more seconds pass and Martin blows it out gently. Jon would clap if his hands weren’t full. 
“Eat it!” he demands, and Martin complies, a smile on his face as he takes a hesitant nibble and nods in appreciation. “But I would like one bite, please. I want to know how orange tastes.”
Orange ends up tasting mostly like white and pink and all the other colors do. How boring. Martin seems to enjoy it, though, judging by the icing smeared across his face. He should’ve brought napkins.
“I, um, I also got you this,” Jon reaches into his backpack to pull out his actual present- it’s a bit crumpled, bent at the corners, but it’s managed to stand up pretty well in his backpack. Doesn’t even have any pencil marks on it! Martin seems to like his pictures, always keeping even the silliest of doodles, so he decided he’d give him a whole bunch at once, that way he can get a bunch of smiles from Martin. He threw away his more amateur attempts- he’d tried to draw just Martin, but the arms kept coming out real wonky so he decided to go with his busier drawings, so Martin wouldn’t be able to see how bad he was at proportions.
“It’s got a book cover and everything,” he explains excitedly, holding it out to Martin but not exactly letting him touch it yet. He’s not going to understand everything unless Jon walks him through it, obviously. Martin hovers near his shoulder looking weirdly nervous, so Jon sidles up to him.
“Here’s us at school, at our tree, in the library- oh! This is just a page of dinosaurs. I used that book from the library as reference. It’s got really good pictures. I think they turned out pretty well, don’t you?” He points to his favorite one, a purple brontosaurus (he’s never seen any purple ones in the books, but it’s a very nice color). 
“Y-Yeah,” Martin replies, leaning further into his side. Jon likes when he does that. He can be pretty hesitant about touches, but he doesn’t need to be. Not with him. “It looks really nice, Jon.”
“Thank you.” Of course Martin would like it. He was so silly to worry. “And here’s that time you kicked that ball at Marcus- and here’s that dog I hate- and here’s our house-”
“Our house?”
Jon blinks, turning to look up at Martin. “Yeah. For when we’re big.” Martin continues to stare at him with big, bright eyes, like Jon’s an alien or something. Weird.
“A-Are we married?”
“Um, maybe.” Jon hadn’t really put much thought into that. He just supposes that when they grow up, they’ll get their own house. Well, first a flat in London, but then they’d get a big place when they were rich. Jon’s going to work with dinosaurs at a museum, there’s definitely money in that. They have to pay you a lot because the bones are so big. And Martin...what will Martin do? Firefighter, probably, on account of his height and his arms. Or maybe a doctor, since he’s so good at putting on plasters. 
I suppose we could be married. He’s not sure he ever wants to give Martin a kiss or have babies or anything like that, but it would be nice to have someone to hug on a permanent basis. He doesn’t want to get married in a church, though. The last time he’d been in one was during his mum’s funeral, and he thinks he’ll cry if he has to see a cross.
“I haven’t thought about it,” he decides; he doesn’t want to dash Martin’s dreams, since there’s still a distinct possibility it’ll happen. It just makes sense. “But you would have to get me a very shiny ring with lots of colors. None of those boring clear ones. Okay?”
Martin gives him a very good smile. “Okay.”
They spend a little bit more time going through the rest of the pictures- Jon explaining each one, and Martin nodding as if it's the most interesting thing in the world. Martin’s very good at giving people his undivided attention. When they’re done, Martin hugs it to his chest like it’s something precious and beams.
“Thanks, Jon. I- I really like it.”
“Oh, good.” Jon tries not to let it show how much this pleases him, looking away from Martin’s beaming face even as he bounces a little on his knees. “I’m glad. I can make you one next year. And the year after that. All the years, really. I can’t wait for us to grow up and do lots of things together.” Now that Martin’s seen all his pictures and predictions, they need to start doing some planning, the two of them. They’ve got a good ten years before they graduate, and he wants to do some stuff in between.
“I can’t wait to drive everywhere like my mum does,” Martin says. Martin has a preoccupation with that, Jon noticed. Most kids are fine with bikes but Martin wants a car, he wants to go far places. Like Scotland, even. And you need a car for that. The thought of being behind the wheel fills Jon with anxiety.
“I don’t think I’m going to drive, ever,” he announces, plopping down beside Martin. “Cars are so big. I don’t know how I’d control them.”
“Mum says it's not that hard,” Martin says. “And once, Dad let me drive in his lap. Only a little bit, though. I think I can handle it.” Jon can very easily picture Martin behind the seat of a car. It’s just something he looks like he can do. 
“And don’t worry,” he continues. “I’ll drive you wherever you need to go. It’ll be fun.” It’ll definitely be an improvement over car rides with Nan. But anything with Martin is an improvement, he makes things fun just by being there.
“I guess. But I want to go on adventures,” Jon says emphatically.  “I want to go on a train ride around Europe. Visit all the museums and gardens and castles. We can do that together.”
“Go out and see the world, then?”
“Yeah.” He looks over to Martin, sitting there on Jon’s dirty little blanket with his present tucked against his chest and a far off look in his eyes, smiling at Jon like he’s hung the moon and suddenly they’re not in this stupid little clearing in stupid little Bournemouth, but somewhere else- a grand forest in Germany, or a field in France, or a cottage in the country. The world out there is large and scary and full of things he doesn’t understand, but he’s not alone anymore, fantasizing about adventures he’ll never have and places he’ll never go. He’s got Martin, now, and he makes the world a little more familiar, a little more safe.  His fantasies don’t seem so far away anymore. 
This is why people have friends, Jon thinks. It’s one thing to have a home and a family. Or a Nan, like Jon has. But when you have a friend, it’s like having a whole nother family. And when you see them it’s like coming home, even if you’re not at your house. And you’re not lonely or homesick cause even a dingy little clearing or a forest or a castle can be home, as long as you’re with them. 
“Jon,” Martin says, his voice interrupting Jon’s musings. “This is...really nice. Thank you.”
“I’m glad.” Jon beams, nudging Martin’s leg with his foot. “I wanted you to have a good birthday. You’re my best friend!”
“I’m your only friend,” Martin corrects, though his face blanches as soon as the words come out. “I mean, you’re my only friend too, so I don’t have much room to talk.”
“Well, I’ve got you. I don’t need anyone else.” Jon rolls his eyes. He likes this whole friend business, but he doesn’t think he can handle another one right now. He’s got enough on his plate as is. 
“Yeah,” Martin says, nudging Jon back with a smile. “Neither do I.”
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They spend the rest of daylight there, talking. Jon even offers to go on the tire swing, though the last time he threw up in his mouth a little. Martin declines with a knowing smile, and says he’s just fine sitting here. Jon thought he’d want a bit more excitement, but he’s willing to go along. It’s Martin’s birthday, after all. And the talking isn’t so bad. By the time they leave, they’ve got enough plans for the next twenty years. Martin’s hesitant about university, though, so Jon’s going to have to sell him on that one. He’s not going to share a dorm with some stranger when he’s got a perfectly good, perfectly smart friend who ought to be in school. 
On the walk back to Martin’s, they’re mostly silent. Jon knows Martin isn’t going home to a celebration, or a mum that’ll wish him a happy birthday, but he hopes today more than made up for it. He stares ahead for a few moments before he takes Martin’s hand.
“Did you have a good birthday?” Jon asks. He hates needing constant reassurance like this, but sometimes it’s better to just come out and ask instead of worrying all night.  “I haven’t planned a birthday before, and I’m not as good as a mum or dad at it, but I-”
“Jon,” Martin says, turning to him with that very good smile, one that Jon will try and fail to recreate in a hundred more doodles. “This was the best birthday I’ve ever had.” He sounds like he means it, like today was enough and Jon did a good job. He beams in response.
He thinks his mum would be proud.
ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/30599192/chapters/76194152
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raziroo · 4 years ago
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3. Demon Child (Pt. II) - Remus Lupin
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Pairing : Remus Lupin x Reader
Genre : Angst all the way. Hint of fluff.
Warnings : Abusive home conditions, mentions of death, graphic descriptions of death, descriptions of torture, mentions of sexual activity.
Word count : 7,200
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"What?" I asked Potter and company.
"N-nothing, just, you know..."
"You think me kissing your best friend is strange."
"Yes."
"Why?"
"Well... Because you seem to hate humans in general, and it physically pains you to smile?" Potter asked, sarcastically. "Oh, and also because you're incapable of feeling emotions," Black chided.
"Is 'ugh' an emotion? Because I feel that all the time," I retorted, then turned to Lupin. "I don't feel 'ugh' now, I feel actually happy, but that's an occurrence that's rarer than a Parseltongue, so..." I shrugged.
"It's OK," he replied.
After a painfully awkward moment, I exclaimed, "Well! I... Guess I should get going, uh, I need to... get fired," I said, removing my hands from Lupin's shoulders.
"Fired? Why would you get fired?" he questioned, furrowing his brows, looking adorable.
"Oh, Moony! Why are you surprised? Miss I-only-wear-black-and-it-physically-pains-me-to-smile scared her boss, so now she's about to get fired," Black commented. I narrowed my eyes at him.
"Well, Mr. It-is-my-mission-to-get-in-bed-with-every-breathing-organism-in-existence, I am about to get fired because I was on "holiday" for two whole weeks, and because I bunked my five minute break to come visit your best friend who you're practically married to, and because my boss is a-!" and that was the moment, witches and wizards, when the Golden students of Gryffindor had the fortune of hearing my artistically colorful vocabulary. "Oh, and also," I added, "I don't wear just black. I wear inky black, metallic black, leather black, jet black, jade black, obsidian black, onyx black, charcoal black, midnight black, coal, and raven. And also, grey, burgundy, violet, blue, and green." I flashed a smile at Black's bewildered face, and with a kiss to Lupin's cheek, apparated out.
•••••
Ever since the kiss, that had occurred two weeks ago, Lupin frequently visited me. He often brought me food, and coffee, and we would sit and talk about anything and everything for literal hours. Things had become comfortable between us, we had even discussed about the kiss, and what it meant. I had made it clear that, now that he finally knew what I felt towards him, he was in no way forced to return the feeling, and that it was alright with me if he ever felt uncomfortable or forced to reciprocate my feelings.
Of course, he had always replied with a remark that assured me that he wasn't feeling forced, and it was all fine. I, of course, wanted to believe him; it wasn't my fault that I couldn't. Because even though I knew Remus Lupin was a good person, one who'd never lie to me, I was also aware of the fact that I wasn't typical crush material, and people would have no problem leaving me, even if they were scared of me, quite like my father.
And so, strictly out of the fear of being left alone, a quite rational fear of being left alone, I asked him the question that had been bugging me for days now. Or at least tried to.
"Gryffindor," I said, to the person sitting opposite me, who was sipping coffee in the secluded corner of the coffee shop.
"Hm?"
"I... wanted to ask you... something," my hesitance abundant in my voice. Perhaps my unusual reluctance was the reason that led Lupin to look up at me.
"What is it?"
"I... Have been thinking..."
"Hm, go on," he urged.
"I just... " I couldn't do it, it was way too difficult. So I twisted my words around, in order to make the Gryffindor aware of what I meant to say, without actually saying it. "Look... As a kid, I didn't have the greatest childhood. I- I had one of the worst... possible scenarios you could possibly call a childhood. I was a... Mistake, as my parents kept reminding me every other day; they had me when they were teenagers, you see," I raised my eyebrows a bit, but not meeting the man's intense gaze.
"So, my father didn't... he wasn't very- keen on the idea of supporting a family, and neither was my mother. She did, however, take care of me as a child, if you could call feeding a person regularly taking care. My father, he dropped around to our apartment... from time to time, and that was also just a formality. I mean, until I was seven, he did say "Hello" to me, called me a name I hated, but it was a pet name nonetheless; after that... he just stopped caring. Kept having affairs, would get involved with problematic people, ignored me and my mother. Mum, obviously, had slipped into depression. I, as an eleven year old, had to witness my own mother transition into a drunkard, and my father didn't care," I sighed.
"After I received my Hogwarts letter, however, I had to leave, and so... my father left as well. Because, well, why should you care for your dying wife? Your mistake of a kid will now be fed; she wont have to arrange food herself, and that's all a father's role is, isn't it?" I looked up to a face filled with sympathy and pain.
"After my second year, though, I knew that my mother's condition was worsening; she'd gotten into drugs, she seriously needed a rehab. I visited my dad a few times, asked him to get my mother treatment. He just called me by that nasty pet name, gave me a cookie, and sent me on my way. My mum's condition kept worsening and worsening and worsening, she even resorted to hitting me and stuff; I had to lock her in her room. I... just think about it. I had to lock my own mother in a room, and listen to her sobbing- a- and banging on the door, begging me to open the door. But I couldn't, because well, self-survival was a thing."
One day, I returned home from my muggle job, and I called out to my mother; check if she needed food, or- or if I could read her a story. I pulled out a card from... my bag, because it was her birthday. And I go inside, hoping to see my mother in a better... mood than usual; she hadn't been locked up in her room, so." I chuckled, as I tried to blink my tears away.
"And then, I go into her room, and you know what I see? My... my mother's bod-" I sucked in a breath. "She was laying... on the ground, and her eyes, they had no life in them, she- my mother had died. I got her admitted in the nearest muggle hospital, and, a few days later, in her postmortem report, it said that she died because of a... drug overdose. I, was obviously so confused, because I made it sure that I always threw all the- the drugs and alcohol out, I destroyed it. That... Was the reason she was able to live on her own in the first place, obviously. And all the abuse, mental, and... And physical... That wasn't because she was drunk. It was because I wasn't giving her the alcohol. She had so many attacks, and even a couple seizures, but a visit to the hospital, and she would always be able to survive. So when, after my fifth year, I see my mother dead, it was devastating. I wasn't able to find out who really gave her the drugs; I had to suffer jail time. Got out because my father bailed me out after the first three days."
And then, in her funeral, he didn't even make an appearance. I was alone, at her funeral. And then, one month later, a few days before school started, he makes an appearance, with his newest girlfriend," I sniffed.
"An he's like, 'Hey, kid,' and at that moment, I hated my father. I truly hated my father at that moment, because I knew that he had really stopped caring. He didn't even call me that nickname, didn't even call me... 'Demon Child', didn't taunt me for being magical like my mother. He didn't try to even show his loathing for me, and that's when I knew he really stopped caring. Because if you hate someone, you dislike someone, you care about them. But..." I swallowed the lump in my throat, not wanting to let the first sob out.
"Everyone, Gryffindor, every single one of the people who I cared about, they left. My mother, my father, Cynthia. And, I know it's not even been that long, but I like you, Gryffindor, a lot. More than I feel comfortable with, this is uncharted territory for me. And I just, I don't want you to go, or leave, because I don't know how much longer I can go around with this bitchy persona, because it hurts. It hurts to kn- know that I don't deserve getting cared about. And I-" I couldn't even say what I had to, I burst in tears. Lupin didn't waste even a fraction of a second to envelope me in a hug, allowing me to cry my sorrows away.
I had truly never felt more cared about, and safe, than I did in that moment.
•••••
Honestly, my life could have been a teen drama. Four months, four very hectic and possessed months later, after I officially became Remus Lupin's girlfriend, the Dark Lord and his goons found out about it.
And purely because of my knowledge and intellect on dark magic, the Death Eaters had sworn to forever follow me, and give me zero privacy. They often turned into ordinary civilians, I could just tell that they weren't ordinary people going about their ordinary routines; these people were Death Eaters.
So one day, while I was in the old Coffee shop, alone, after a long period of time, my irritatingly impulsive self confronted one such Death Eater in disguise, who just so happened to be one who could not-so-easily overpower me. Yep, you guessed it, none other than Bellatrix LeStrange.
"Can I talk to you?" I asked Bellatrix, who was in disguise of a frail woman with curly ginger hair and big blue eyes.
"Me?" she asked, sounding surprised, and very fake.
"Yes," I replied. "Bellatrix, yes, you," she looked surprised. I don't know what for, though, because her acting was pathetic, and the way her eyes had been trained on me throughout my visit to the cafe was hostile and creepy enough for any normal person to suspect danger.
"I don't know why you and your Death Eaters are stalking me, but I don't like it. So if you could please leave me alone, and let me live my life, it would be heavily appreciated."
The woman, however, only sneered at me, and before I could even snatch my wand out, I had been apparated away.
•••••
Being back at Malfoy Manor was certainly not a pleasant experience; the dungeons of the manor stunk badly, and the fact that there were now more prisoners in it wasn't exactly homely. On top of that, Voldemort seemed adamant on making me one of his Death Eaters.
And he had been successful.
Staying in the same rotten cellar, with its putrid stench and disgusting puddles for an entire twelve days, as far as I'd managed to count, was a tedious task on its own. But when I received torture sessions from Bellatrix LeStrange everyday, where my body would end up feeling sore until the next day, when I had to get tortured again, the twelve days felt to be as long as a century.
Whenever I asked the Death Eaters why they were doing this they would just chortle and leave. So one particular day- or it could have been night, as far as I was concerned - I said something that I would have never, ever said in such a situation, because in all honesty, I wasn't keen on dying. How, or why those words spewed from my mouth, I was unaware, but the damage had already been done, and the Dark Lord had taken offense personally. And so the situation had spiralled out of my control.
"Why doesn't your Dark Lord come here to greet me personally, huh? Why does he send his minions to deal with an innocent prisoner?"
Bella scowled. "It's because the Lord doesn't wish to spend time on half-breed filth such as you; he expects us to take care of people of your likes, and I would be damned if I don't."
"Ha," I laughed, a spiteful, emotionless laugh. "He doesn't want to spend time on half-breed filth like me? Well, tell him I'm not going to subject to his torture. He can hurt me all he wants; I will never become a Death Eater," I sneered at Bellatrix.
She spat at my face. I moved it out of the way. "Well, thank you then. The Dark Lord will be pleased to know that you have already surrendered," and she strutted off, before I could even think to question the meaning of her sadistic grin and the cackle she let out on her way.
••••
Why do I have to be so damn dumb?
I should have let them torture me, hurt me. But no, little miss bad bitch had to go ahead and question the Dark Lord's intentions. And now, I had messed up. Bad. Real bad.
Why? Oh, because this was the question the Dark Lord had posed when he'd come to check my cellar late that same night.
"If you do not wish to be a Death Eater, a devoted follower, then that is fine. But know, that I do have other methods... Forceful methods to get you to submit to me," the Dark Lord had said, in his ominous, whisper voice. "If you are confused as to why the Darkest Wizard of all time is so determined to have you under his wing, then, you may not be as clever and cunning as I expect of you," he'd snarled, his vicious eyes on me.
"I know why, I'm not...," I had sighed, because I had been dumb. "You want me to become a Death Eater because of your brother's soul that resides within me. Maybe... Because I'm into darker forms of magic as well," I had said, straining my voice.
"Hmm, you do, indeed, possess sense. I thought you didn't, for you had very easily given into Bellatrix, a trap... Of sorts... But then again, I expected you to. You may be cunning, but you do not know the full extent of my command and power on people... You couldn't possibly have expected to be aware of your ...relations, with the half breed."
That was when my head had jerked up, looking at the Lord with wide eyes; he didn't even glimpse in my direction.
"I do know, I know... Lord Voldemort knows all... If you do not submit to my will, then, unfortunately, I will have to... attend to the werewolf personally. I will make him feel homely, but yet I assume you wouldn't want me to keep your little lover as a guest..." he'd trailed off, finally stopping his pacing and looking at me, staring down, at my fearful eyes, panic-stricken face, and shaking body.
"You, you- you can't-"
"I can, foolish child, you know that as well... It would be best, then, if you bid your alliegance to me, to the cause... To the Greater Good... Or we can always pay the werewolf a visit..."
"I-" I had looked up at the Dark Lord's merciless slits-for-eyes, and then instantaneously looked down, closing my eyes, but shedding no tears.
"Fine..." I had barely managed to whisper, shaking my head. I had known this was selfish; I should have been fine with sacrificing the Gryffindor for a better world; I would have certainly sacrificed either, or both, of my parents if I had to. But even though I'd met the Gryffindor only about half a year ago, I suddenly realized that I cared about him more than I could've ever imagined. I didn't just love the Gryffindor anymore, no, I was in love with him. And that realization alone was so startling that I had missed hearing the Dark Lord give me instructions on how to dress and when to appear in the Malfoy living room for the ceremony.
For my Death Eater initiation.
•••••
I was currently situated in the centre of the Malfoy Manor's living room, dressed in my usual color, black. Though this time, I was dressed in clothing belonging to Bellatrix LeStrange. My left arm was stretched out, forearm bare, as the Dark Lord approached me, his wand in hand, ready to carve in the ugly stain that would forever bind my alliance with him.
"Hmm... My dear followers," the Dark Lord said, addressing all the Death Eaters that were surrounding us; most of them looking nervous and having a sense of nostalgia to them - not-so-pleasant nostalgia. A few others, and I mean really few others, such as Bella, were grinning. Charming.
"Today is the day... The day when I initiate a Death Eater who's only reason to become a Death Eater, is love, " The Dark Lord taunted and laughed, and his followers chuckled too. "Love for a werewolf, at that... But fear not! She will not betray us... Won't even think about it. Why, might you ask... Because she has the soul of Richard Riddle in her... The soul, of my deceased brother." Although the Dark Lord paused, his followers didn't laugh. "And she's aware that I just have to greet him to cause immeasurable pain to her... She's smart... But above that, she knows that her werewolf will be in danger if she betrays me... But then again, she may go behind my back without me noticing. Like I mentioned earlier, she has great levels of intellect... So, after the Death Eater initiation, I will bind her in an Unbreakable Vow."
What?!
"Don't look surprised... It was expected... Even if the scarcest bit," he said, words aimed towards me. "But first, you will be initiated. And to be initiated, you have to kill someone..." I wasn't aware of that.
"Bring her in!" the Dark Lord said in a higher voice, and soon the lump body of a girl was levitated inside the room. The girl, brunette and with blue eyes, looked painfully familiar, but due to all the panic and dread swirling around my gut, I just couldn't place it. It was the kind of feeling you got when there was a word, right on the tip of your tongue, but you still couldn't place it.
As the spells were removed from the female's body, she fell to the ground, her hands supporting her fall, hair messily framing her face. She could be clearly heard sobbing. I watched, scared, as I pondered on how I was going to kill the poor girl. Said girl looked up and around, and when her eyes fell on Voldemort, she started sobbing even louder, pleading to anyone and everyone.
Her cries and pleas were blatantly ignored, however, as the Dark Lord turned to me. He didn't need to say anything, I knew what I was supposed to do. And so, knowing that there was no way out, I raised my wand at the girl, who screamed when she saw me go through the motions. She shook her head, crawling over and grabbing me legs, howling, wailing, begging for me to spare her.
I knew that maybe, maybe I wouldn't have to murder anyone in the end, if the spell fell short. It obviously was a tricky spell, the Avada Kedavra, so I might be spared of murdering someone.
So I raised my wand, fully confident that it wouldn't work, and meeting the girl's eyes, muttered the spell. Except my fantasies didn't come true. Perhaps, it was because of the other, very powerful soul that inhabited my body, alongside my own soul, but it worked.
The spell worked.
The Avada Kedavra worked. I had just committed a murder.
And just as the gravity and guilt of that situation fell upon my shoulder, I realized something else as well.
Those striking blue eyes, they could belong to only one person. And that was Crystal Hollander. The face shape, the body, the eyes, everything was same except the hair. I had not just murdered someone, I had murdered Crystal Hollander's sister.
But I wasn't given time to hate myself, though. The Dark Lord let out a low chuckle, swished his wand, and the dead body disappeared. I looked up. "Killing someone for the first time can be traumatic; more so when you do it against your will. But we'll, it does not do well do dwell on the past. Bring out your arm." I did.
The Dark Lord wandlessly cast a spell, and the skin on my left forearm begun to burn, and not just tingling burn. My skin was getting scarred, and then it was being cut through, albeit in the shape of the Dark Mark. I bled, and finally, an inky black hue covered my scarred and bleeding skin, and when it cleared, only smooth skin and the Dark Mark was left behind. The pain hadn't stopped, though.
The Death Eaters all remained silent. The Dark Lord then held out his left arm, and looked up at me, right in the eyes. It felt like he was piercing through my soul, and considering who we were talking about, he probably could. At first, I just stared right back at him, confused as to what his want was. But then it clicked, and so I joined hands with him. He then ordered Rudolphus LeStrange to come forward and carry out the vow.
After the Dark Lord turned to Rudolphus and conveyed the vows to Rudolphus through his, what I could only assume, mind, using legilimency, Rudolphus nodded out of his daze and started speaking, whilst casting the spell.
"Do you forever vow your services, as well as allegiance, to the Dark Lord?" he asked.
Nervously, and after taking a breath, I replied, "Yes." A thin golden tendril of magic came out of his wand and wrapped around our joined hands.
"Do you vow to never break the Dark Lord's trust?"
"Yes." Another tendril came and wrapped it around us.
"And finally, do you vow to swear on your life, that you will always bear the Dark Mark, and to serve your Lord, die for him?"
I swallowed. "Y-yes."
The golden tendril burst into sparkles, and then someone spoke. It was the Dark Lord this time.
"Well, welcome... To the ranks of a Death Eater."
.....
3 more months had passed since that initiation, and I was miserable. I had constantly been asked to carry out Death Eater-esque tasks; taking part in attacks, killing and torturing people, the likes. I was also being trained. And I wasn't aware why I'd been surprised in the first place, because it was painfully obvious that such tasks were part of being a Death Eater.
My relationship with the Gryffindor, if you could still even call it that, was going as strong as ever. We still hung out all the time, read books together, and visited the quaint little Cafe.
It had been one month since I'd confronted Lupin about his furry little secret, and he had looked as scared as I could've possibly thought. I'd quickly calmed him down, though, but still he wouldn't listen. He'd apparated away. I'd followed. We had both ended up in different places; knowing Lupin's address, I'd apparated there later, and found said man messing his room up.
Sparing the details, one thing led to another, and we both had ended up taking each other's clothes off, and me telling the man that I loved him; my feelings were reciprocated. Thank Salazar I'd been using a cosmetic spell to cover up my Mark, or things would've gotten messy. Little did I know, they were soon about to.
Sooner than I was comfortable with.
.....
I was sat in the Gryffindor's bed, inside his apartment. Said Gryffindor was currently preparing tea in the kitchen, while I was engrossed in a book about lethal magical creatures.
I had arrived about an hour ago; Lupin had invited me yesterday, but I couldn't come due to a Death Eater attack that I'd been involved in. My injuries and bruises had all been covered up by cosmetic spells and my usual form of clothing: long sleeves. However, I hadn't covered my Mark, because there there was a gash going through it, and there was a bandage wrapped around it; I simply had been too lazy too use a cosmetic spell, even though parts of my Mark were still visible.
I was just about to reach the end of the Vampire chapter, when I heard a distant crack, and the opening of a door. My eyebrows furrowed as I closed my book without even marking the page; who would separate here, at this time? It was probably the Gryffindor's friends, Black and Potter and Pettigrew, but Lupin had said that he'd informed them he was busy today.
Ignoring all the questions in my mind, I swung my legs around the bed, and walked to the living room.
"Lupin, who is it?" Only I needn't ask, because the golden-blonde hair and the Boston dress was enough proof. Crystal Hollander.
I immediately grew nervous; even though she didn't know I killed her sister, I still had an uneasy knot in my stomach.
"Hollander? What ar-"
The girl whipped her head around, looking livid. Lupin peered at me from behind her.
"You!" she exclaimed, pointing one of her sharp nails at me, nostrils flaring. "You filthy Death Eater!"
I tried not to show my surprise, but still my eyes widened a bit, and my brows raised. It was often that people mistook me for a Death Eater, courtesy of my interests in Dark Magic and fashion sense, but I had never ever felt as queasy as I did at that moment.
"What?"
"What?"
Lupin and I asked at the same time.
"Don't 'what?' me!" Hollander exclaimed. "You know exactly what I'm talking about! You were there, present at the Death Eater attack yesterday!"
"I... Know that," I said. "I was present at the Death Eater attack yesterday. That's why there's all this," I pointed at my split lip and the light bruise on my cheekbone, "on my face."
Hollander let out a frustrated groan/scream at the same time. "Could you stop being so irritating and ju-" the girl's eyes fell on my left forearm. Oh no. "Show me your arm."
"What? Why?"
"Because that's where the Mark is, isn't it? Huh? That's why you're so-"
I let out a typical forced breath of mine, and rolling my eyes, said, "Look, Hollander. I understand that being the reason for my friend's very gruesome death, you're traumatised, and probably have PTSD-"
"What's PTSD?"
"-but that doesn't give you a right to harass me. I know that you want to reduce your guilt, even though I'm pretty sure you don't even have a guilt complex. But I won't have it. Get out," and with that and a sharp glare, I turned on my heel, all ready to walk away, when a voice stopped me.
"Stop..." I turned around at the Gryffindor's voice, looking at him incredulously. "Just show the arm to her... and me," he said, looking stern.
I opened my mouth, trying to say something, but nothing would come out. I probably looked like a fish.
Clenching my jaw, hard, I put a hand on the sleeve of my left arm, ready to lift it. I already was ready to take out my wand.
Closing my eyes, I pulled up my sleeve, and as soon as i was done, I whipped out my wand. It was the right time, too, as Hollander pointed her wand at me at the same time. However, before she could do anything, I Petrificus Totalus-ed her.
My head then swiveled towards Lupin, who was now staring at me with a blank expression. But even though his expression was blank, I knew he was broken inside. His eyes said it all.
"Remus, I can explain, plea-"
"Stupefy! " I took a step to the side, but instead, Lupin got hit.
"Remus!"
"Gryffindor!" hearing the other call of his name, I turned around, meeting the furious eyes of Black, Evans and Potter. Apparently, through all this drama, those three had also made it here. How, I didn't know, because I was sure Lupin had asked them not to. But that didn't matter. They were livid.
Before I could even breathe, they were shooting spells at me, and I was shooting spells at them.
I did the only thing I could possibly do. Which was also incredibly stupid. I pressed on my Mark, and called the other Death Eaters. I was so dumb.
After a long and complicated duel, I finally mustered the courage to cast a spell that I was never able to carry out before. "Prorsus Defixit!" it was just a stronger version of the petrifying spell.
Thankfully, maybe due to the adrenalin in my body, the spell worked, and all three Gryffindors fell to the floor, rigid.
I then turned to look at Lupin and Hollander, who were both also passed out. Well, that was great, but what was I to do about the Death Eater situation? I had acted foolishly, and in a panic, invited Death Eaters here; I guess my reflexes acted out - I had just grown used to calling other Death Eaters when I was in a tight situa-
Crack!
I was too late.
They were already here.
.....
I hoped the Gryffindors were doing well in the Malfoys' dungeons.
It was yesterday when the Death Eaters came and abducted them, and since then they'd been chained up in the cellars.
I hadn't been allowed to visit them, though. Not yet. The Dark Lord though it'd be better for me to be part of a few 'missions'. Why he thought so, I was unaware.
But one thing was clear. I had landed myself in deep shit.
I had been the reason for four people to be held prisoner, out of which three were Order members, one was out for revenge on me, and one was the man I loved.
Wonderful.
.....
Two days later, I was asked to visit my... those Gryffindors.
I was nerve wracked, and rightfully so, too. It wasn't everyday you got to visit your captive boyfriend.
As I made my way through the ominous hallways and staircases of the Malfoy Manor, I thought. The Dark Lord had said that he wanted me to be part of his ranks due to my cunning and cleverness, and knowledge; he'd said a contributing factor was the fact that I was possessed by the soul of his deceased brother. But that was the thing though, he hadn't really even conversed with his brother after I was turned a Death Eater, only a couple times at most. Even then, the pain hadn't lasted that long. And about the intelligence part, he hadn't really tested my wit, or cunning.
It was all so strange. It felt so... normal, now. It always had, even though it never should've. I was literally demonically possessed, but that issue felt so insignificant amidst all my other issues. For example, the fact that the person I'd become a Death Eater for was now hostage, that too because of me. And then, what Dumbledore said. Richard Riddle's soul would never really leave my body; not until the Dark Lord had really died. As in, even his soul was no more. But Dumbledore had said that that wouldn't be possible; not until all parts of his soul were destroyed. Not until the horcruxes were destroyed. And that was near to impossible.
I had asked Dumbledore why the soul just took home in me, why it didn't really possess me, as in control me. He'd said it was because Richard's soul was too weak. He just had one horcrux.
I didn't even realize when I reached the dungeon. I had almost barged into Magnus Fawley; thankfully, I caught myself.
He smirked at me.
I glared at him.
We went our separate ways - me into the cellar, him out of the dungeons.
As I walked in, I noticed that the people chained were all huddled close together. It wasn't really a very important detail, just a mere observation.
My footsteps indicated the prisoners of my arrival, and they looked up. Black, Potter and Hollander glared. Evans seemed as though she was trying to glare, but she couldn't because she was weak. And lupin - oh, his reaction broke my heart - he didn't even have a reaction; he was blank, not meeting my eyes.
I met all of their eyes, and masking my hurt, sat opposite them.
Hollander was already at it.
"You! You Death Eater scum! You're the reason we're all here! What did you lot do to my sist-?"
I groaned. "Hollander," I looked her dead in the eye. "Shut. Up. "
"You can't ask me to shut up! What did you do with my sister, huh? I always knew you were shady, reading those nasty books! You killed her, did you? I'm sure you did! Had fun doing it too, I reckon," she spat at me, her eyes seeing red, nose breathing fire. "And then- then you betray Remus! You loved him, didn't you? Bet it was all a plot, a, a grand scheme! " Her nostrils flared.
Before the Blondie could start again, I Silencio-ed her. She looked comedic.
"Why'd you do that, huh? Death Eater? "
That hurt.
I then mustered up all the self control and braveness I had, and spoke up. "Black, what do you take me for-?"
"-A death Eater, perhaps?"
"-,I'm not just going to sit here and let her blame me for something I very clearly did," I rolled my eyes. Lupin looked up, but looked down again almost instantaneously.
"So... You did kill Hollander's sister?"
"No, I didnt-"
"Oh, don't be modest. You did," Rabastan drawled, smirking, as he strolled in. I snapped my head at him, glaring venomously. Hollander's jaw dropped.
"She looked disgusted with herself; should be, too. Considering the Dark Lord had her in his ranks just because his dea-"
"If you don't shut up now, LeStarnge, I will castrate you."
"Oh, does little miss halfblood even know the spell for that?"
"You wanna see? Don't try me." I raised my brow at him, as his smirk faltered. He then drawled out monotonously, "The Dark Lord needs you to take care of our guests."
"I already am."
"You need to torture them," my jaw clenched. "Bellatrix will help you," and with a devious smirk, he sauntered out.
Although i didn't wish to, I really didn't, I knew the Dark Lord would do it himself and make me watch if I didn't do it. So standing up, I walked to the prisoners, standing in front of them.
"You really are-"
"Filthy? Scum? A git? A prat? A backstabbing cockroach? Thanks so much," I said uninterestedly to Black. "now, who would like to go first?"
"Look, you can't torture Lily."
"And why is it so, Potter?" I looked down at him.
"She... She's pregnant."
My eyes widened and brows raised. "You both thought it would be a good idea to bring a new life to this world during such times? You had sex with your wife in the midst of a war, and got her pregnant? How did you even have time for that?" I looked at him incredulously. He was turning scarlet, while his wife was too tired to even notice.
"You should always use protection." and with that, I pointed my wand at Evans, casting a spell. It wasn't Crucio, though, even I wasn't that heartless. It was imperio, and I forced the woman to writhe and thrash and scream, looking expressionless, all while the others, even Lupin, shouted and cursed at me. Soon, I was done with her and moved onto Black.
Him, though, I used cruciatus. I couldn't afford being caught.
I was done with him after a good ten minutes, and then as I moved to Lupin, Bellatrix entered, cackling.
She immediately went for Evans; she was the mudblood.
"I'm done with the mud blood, you attend to Hollander and Potter."
She went to Hollander first, and tortured her. Tortured her so badly, it was difficult to even look at. Even worse, she'd been cackling through it all. As I moved to Potter, I asked her to stop. She didn't. I asked again.
"Stop it, Bellatrix, that's enough." no response.
"Stop it, Bella." Nope.
"Bellatrix, please, you're going to hurt her more than necessary," My pleas rang out between all the Gryffindors'.
"Enough, Bellatrix!" I exclaimed. I just knew that Richard had taken over; that was clear by the looks everyone was giving me. "Thats... Enough. Just, go out, please."
And she did. Without a question.
.....
It had been after 4 days of the Gryffindprs as our prisoners, when there was a break in at the Manor, obviously by the Order.
I rushed to the dungeons; however on the final stair, collided with the Gryffindors. Immediately casting a shield spell around myself, I took a step back.
I then removed the spell.
"You can go," they looked suspicious, so I dropped my wand. "I... Go. Just be careful, Potter. Prophecies... " I decided not to tell them too much, as even I wasn't fully sure of what was happening.
"Be careful." and with that, I stepped back, making way for them.
As the group walked past me, wands aimed, still suspicious, I called after them. Also, could you, maybe... Make me pass out?"
.....
It had been fifteen years. Fifteen years since I let those Gryffindors elope, most of whom had dreadful fates. Fifteen years since I'd seen Lupin.
You see, maybe it was just destiny being cruel, but up until Voldemort's (yes, I call him that now, I'm brave) downfall, me and Lupin had never crossed paths. After the Potters' deaths, I'd left the country, becoming a wanderer. I changed my name and past each time; sometimes I was a hippie, sometimes a businesswoman, sometimes a struggling artist.
But now, as I set foot inside Grimmauld Place, my nerves wracked again. I would see Lupin, and maybe he wouldn't even remember me.
But I, however, was still nervous. I was about to meet the boy who lived. I was about to meet Black. I was about to meet all those Order members I said I didn't trust. And I was going to be��helping them.
The papers in my hands were quite important.
I knocked on the door. A chubby woman opened the door; that was probably Molly Weasley.
Her face fell. "You're here... The meeting got over-"
"I'm aware. I was... A bit busy," I held up the papers. "Could you please...?" I motioned inside, and Molly moved aside. I walked in, following the path I knew led to the dining room.
"Dear, they're having-"
"Dinner? That won't be a problem." I smiled at Molly as I turned the knob of the dining room's door, and all eyes turned to me. Among them was a pair of light greenish-blue eyes that I'd craved to see, bit I couldn't meet.
I raised an eyebrow. "Well, isn't this a pretty sight." I smiled a sickeningly sweet smile and entered, everyone still gazing at me. Black was clutching his fork so hard his knuckles were going white, while. molly still looked troubled.
"Greetings," I scanned the crowd, "Gryffindors." my eyebrows jumped. I dropped the papers right in front of Black.
"Here is your information. You're welcome. I now must leave, because I have work to att-"
"Who are you?"
"-end. You should never interrupt," I said, looking pointedly at Potter Jr. "Even if you are the boy who lived."
"I-" Potter was cut off by Black.
"He asked something, why don't you answer him?" Ugh. And they say Slytherins are evil.
I thought a bit. Then, "I'm the reason you even got the chance to be born." The Potter boy looked confused, but before he could ask, someone spoke up. Go to hell, Black.
"How so?"
"Could you not interrupt in between? That's what I just told the boy, but then again, you are excruciatingly dumb."
"I'm not dumb. I just pointed something out. And you're one to say; Miss-I'm-So-Edgy."
"Oh well, Mister-I'm-an-adult-but-still-a-child, you could maybe not have interrupted in between of a conversation?"
"You're so difficult."
"You're dense, and a literal man-child."
"You're evil, and nutty."
"You're annoying, and a pathetic drama queen. I'm a hundred percent sure that when you met your Godson, who thought you were a murderer, and confronted that rat, you said something along the lines of," I cleared my throat, " 'Only one shall die tonight.' and then went off behaving immature."
Judging by the look on his face, I was right.
I smirked, and then, to Potter, said, "Potter Jr., there was once a time when your parents, along with a few dear friends were locked up in the dungeons of the Malfoy Manor, and I was tasked with taking care-torturing them, if you will," I raised an eyebrow, "And your father had been dumb enough to have se-"
"Stop-"
"-Could you please not interrupt me, Black?" I said, frustrated.
"Well, you were about to-"
"-Tell the boy that his parents had sex? Well, Black, he has to be really thick to not know about that-"
"-He's just 15-!"
"-just 15?" I scoffed. "You had bedded half the Hogwarts population by the age of fifteen, Black, and then some." That made him shut up. I smirked again. He narrowed his eyes.
"so, mini Potter, your mum was dumb enough to have sex and get pregnant amidst a war, and she was pregnant in the Malfoy dungeons. And do you know what? If I'd tortured your mum, you would have lost your life in her womb. There would be no 'The Boy Who Lived', and Voldemort would've reigned. But I didn't. Because there were prophecies involved, and spirits, too."
I knew that was way too vague and cryptic, but that was all I said.
And as I turned and left the room to apparate away I could faintly hear the conversations inside.
"Who was she?"
Lupin sighed. "My ex-girlfriend."
I smiled, and then was engulfed in smoke as I apparated away.
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burnedbyshoto · 5 years ago
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Gimme More
Kinktober Day 14 ~ kink: lap-dance
pairing: jirou kyoka x fem!reader
warnings: smuttish, lapdance
word count: 3,118
a/n: so I ended up choosing gimme more by britney spears the slowed down version! feel free to listen when you get to the lapdance!!! DONT YOU DARE FUCKING SLEEP ON MY WLW PIECES YALL!!!!!!!! YOU SLEPT ON MY THREESOME AND I WONT EVER FORGIVE YOU FOR IT >:(
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“Open up, please!!” Jirou and Mina screamed through the door.
Jirou was holding on to an entire crate of sake and she turned towards Mina who had a box of soju in her own arms.
“Do you think anyone of them heard that? Bakugou’s as deaf as an old man.” Jirou wonders aloud.
“Well, y/n is already here, and I texted her when we were just dropped off,” Mina responds, shifting the box in her arms. The weight of the box slowly becoming uncomfortable. Jirou’s eyes widen as her eyes snap down at her casual clothing, her cheeks burning as she shakes her head.
“I thought, wait no, didn’t you tell me she wasn’t coming?!” Jirou hisses at Mina who laughs, her eyes snapping away. She had been caught.
Jirou’s head snapped forward as the door opens, and there you are. Your hair was down, grazing your shoulders as you smiled. Jirou’s face darkened as she saw the gray sweatpants that sat comfortably around your waist. She froze as she noticed the tank top embellishing your figure and curves.
“Finally!” You say swinging the door open, stepping back to let the girls in. “Everyone else is here, and everyone wants to get Ei drunk as quick as possible!”
Jirou scurries in, avoiding your greeting hug. She is barely able to kick off her shoes as you envelop Mina into a hug. Jirou doesn’t wait for you to try to hug her again, walking over to Kirishima’s kitchen with the box in her arms.
This tight-knit group of friends wasn’t one that Jirou was all that close to. Yes, she was great friends with both Mina, Kaminari, and surprisingly Bakugou! But she didn’t see herself as apart of this squad. Your presence especially was one that had her on edge. Because Jirou Kyoka was undeniably in love with you. It was embarrassing because it seemed that everyone and their mother had picked up on her crush on you. Except, of course, for you. Or maybe it was that you knew and just didn’t want to hurt her. Either way, it was horrible.
“What the hell took you two so long?” Bakugou barked as soon as Jirou entered the kitchen.
All four of the boys were already there. Kirishima sipping on some metal flask, with the most disgusted look on his face.
“Happy birthday, Kiri!” Jirou states, thrusting the box into the ash blond’s expectant hands as she sits down.
Jirou watched with flushed cheeks as you walked in with Mina. You lifted the box of soju over your head as Kaminari, Sero, and Mina all joined in screaming. Bakugou’s smirk growing as Kirishima looked scared. Jirou could not lie, she loved the dynamics of this group. She watched on as everyone besides Kirishima laid out multiple glasses. Alcohol being immediately opened and pouring into them all.
She watched on as you in your comfortable clothes, swatted away Bakugou who was trying to take over. Sero and Kaminari trying to down a bottle of sake without being caught. Mina by your side, being your help as you fought Bakugou on who should give Kirishima his first ‘real’ drink. Kirishima’s laugh was way too forced as he slunk over to Jirou, who nodded at him.
“Happy birthday!” She stated as Kirishima grins, thanking her with a kind smile.
“I was not excited about this day at all,” Kirishima admits as Bakugou rips the soju bottle from your hands. Bakugou’s grin is wide as he laughed as you attempted to reach it. Your body jumping in an attempt to get it, and Mina was on the floor with laughter. “I fully believe they will get more drunk than I will.”
“Even Bakugou?” Jirou asks shocked. She had never been out drinking with this group after all.
“If y/n starts challenging him…” Kirishima trails off, and Jirou laughs. She knows that the two of them could never back down from a challenge.
“Well, it’s still your birthday,” Jirou affirms, taking her own bottle of sake and handing it to the birthday boy. “So, take a drink.”
Jirou wished she could have taken a picture of everyone’s reactions when they saw that she had given Kirishima his official first drink.
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You weren’t paying much attention to the group anymore. It had been a few hours since getting started and you were helping Sero with the drinks. You kept feeling someone gazing at you but when you turned around. You saw that no one was even trying to hide that they were looking. Maybe you were just too a bit too tipsy.
“Alright, everyone! Listen up! The birthday boy wants… he wants to switch up the next games’ rules. Truth or dare. But we’re playing the hot hot hot rated version.” Kaminari slurred excitedly, his hands moving to rub each others in great excitement. You glanced back to see everyone groaning, but the blond was smiling and winked at you.
“What do you mean by hot hot hot rated?” Jirou asked, her cheeks tinged red from her drinking while she sat nearer to the blond. The tiniest bit of jealousy shot through your veins as you watch him lean his head against hers, his smile warm and dopey while she blushed more. What can you say, you had a crush on the sound hero.
“ANYTHING AT ALL REALLY. I’m talking about taking clothes off! Lap dances! 7 minutes in heaven or even hell - if you know what i meanI Yeah, why not? Of course, more, if ya know what I mean.”
“Are you fucking serious, dunce face? Not everyone here is-” Bakugou tried to rip him a new one but Kaminari shushed him to be quiet, his body slumping over toward the ash blond.
“What? A big fat pussy? Suck it up! Besides, we need to get you ‘virgins’ out of your shells. Want me to start naming who hasn’t had any AT ALL?!”
“Come on, really Denki.” Mina was shaking her head, her fingers rubbing her temples. You brought the drinks to the floor and sat next to Kirishima again. You rested your legs on Bakugou’s knees who put a hand on your calf out of his own comfort.
Jirou glanced over at you, her eyes looking at the close proximity between you and the boys. You waited for her eyes to look up at yours, and when you do you motion the ‘crazy’ symbol towards Kaminari, and she smiles.
“Come on, just relax! It’ll be fun, I promise! Um, Sero help me out here! Pick someone random to start? Maybe with a random selector thingy for someone else to make a question…randomly.”
“Good job dude, you sound like a fucking idiot!” you laughed at Bakugou’s slander, throwing a pillow at him while Bakugou shoulder nudged you.
“I mean, I guess?” Sero sighed, pulling out his phone. Mina was over his shoulder, looking as he inputted everyone’s name into the generator.
“Alright… first up is, Mina, you get to ask… Bakugou anything.” Sero states placing his phone down.
Kaminari gave Bakugou a drink. “Oh man, I don’t even know? I’m the best at this game, but what do I want you to tell me... Okay…umm what is your fav-” Mina was immediately interrupted by Kaminari.
“What part of rated XXX do you not understand?”
“You didn’t let me finish the rest of the fucking question, KAMINARI! Shut up!!!!”
The group burst into laughter as Kaminari sulked, his body wilting as he took another drink from his cup.
“What’s your favorite lingerie color to see?” Mina wiggles her eyebrows at Bakugou and saw him shaking his head.
“Why would I want lingerie when I prefer people stripped naked. I’m trying to fuck, not explode in my pants.” He never dropped his gaze from hers. Your eyes widen as you look at Bakugou, tipping your drink towards him, you took a gulp of the bitter liquid.
“WOOOW didn’t expect that from you of all people. Drink up!” Kaminari handed him a drink.
“I thought we only fucking drink if we don’t answer?”
“My game. My rules. You drink either way.”
“I thought this was my game?” Kirishima asked.
You laughed as Kaminari flushed again, oh boy, this night was going to be rough.
The game went for a long time. Kaminari and Mina were having way too much fun with the questions. Jirou was then dared to guess what the bra color of Mina’s was. Sero asked Kirishima about who in the group he would fuck if he was a girl. Everyone was very buzzed. You were too lost in your gaze on Jirou who was whispering to Kaminari that you didn’t hear them calling you.
“Sorry what?” You feel your cheeks turning red as Mina laughs a bit too loudly.
“You only had like seven drinks. Wake up!” Kirishima claps near your face and you shove him aside.
“Who’s asking me?” Your question, your lips sipping at your drink again.
“Me,” Mina declared, her hands clasping.
“Alright.” You clear your throat, shifting in your spot to prepare for the worst.
“When was the last time you got laid?” she questions, her eyes curious and innocent, but her smile knowing and cunning. You honestly did not expect that low-leveled question out of her at all.
“Wow, you are an asshole. Fine. Ummmm pretty sure since high school, senior year in the locker room.”
“No fucking way. That’s not possible. Y/n you’re one hot as hell chick. How is that-” Kaminari grabs your thighs and Jirou shifts.
“No nuh-uh. I was asked when not why, so I am not answering anything!”
“No wait, we’re not moving past this. You need to answer-”
“NOPE! Sero, next person please.” You were still smirking when you looked at Jirou. She looked really uncomfortable and when she saw you staring at her... she dropped the face and smiled shyly at you.
“Kaminari... dare... Y/N?”
“Wait, no! THAT’S NOT FAIR!” You screamed.
“The generator chose it’s victim,” Kaminari grins as he leans forward. “Submit.”
Your mouth twitches, your frown growing as you glare at him. “Fine. Denki if you please.”
Kaminari was thinking for a while. Which lead you to believe you were at the very least safe from follow up questions. You felt it all crumble away when Mina got up and whispered something to him.
“YES, you’re a tricky girl. Y/n…I dare you to give someone a lap dance. This someone has to be the person you find the hottest in the room, too!”
“What the hell kind of dare is that?” You protest. Blood rushing to your cheeks as suddenly the boys were all hyperaware of what was happening. It wasn’t to say they all liked you, but no one could deny they wouldn’t take a lap-dance from you.
“The one you can’t back out of. Now, do you want us to get on chairs and close our eyes until the music starts?” Sero asked. You were about to answer when Mina yelled out chairs before you could say it yourself.
You were still on the floor as suddenly all the boys were on chairs, staring at you as you sat on the floor. Your jaw dropped as Mina brought two chairs over for her and Jirou. The black-haired girl trying to get herself from not being on the chair, and it made your throat clench. What would she do when you went over to her?
Mina shoved a phone into your hands, the one connected to the Bluetooth speaker. Your heart was pounding in your ears as you tried thinking about the best song to choose from. You looked at their closed eyes, all of them expecting you to mount them as your heart finally chose one.
The beat started and you sang along.
Every time they turn the lights down
Just want to go that extra mile for you
Your public display of affection
Feels like no one else in the room (but you)
Eyes snap open, and everyone is silent as they watch you saunter towards Jirou, swaying your hips to the music. Her gaze was so intense, so surprised, but you made sure you never broke eye contact. For a moment, you thought you saw her smirk but it was gone the second the thought intruded your mind.
We can get down like there's no one around
We'll keep on rockin' (We'll keep on rockin')
We'll keep on rockin' (Keep on rockin')
Cameras are flashin' while we're dirty dancin'
They keep watching (They keep watching)
Keep watching
Feels like the crowd is saying
You slid your hands down your neck to the valley between your breasts. Stopping right below your navel. Shutting your eyes, you focused on just you and Jirou. At this moment. With no distractions. Just you and her.
You straddled her thighs the moment the pace picked up.
Gimme, Gimme more
Gimme, More
Gimme, Gimme, More
Gimme, Gimme more
Gimme, More
Gimme, Gimme, More
Gimme, Gimme more
Gimme, More
Gimme, Gimme, More
Gimme, Gimme more
Gimme, More
Gimme, Gimme, More
You were thoroughly enjoying this. Grabbing her shoulders and holding on, you arched your back and kept on rubbing yourself on her. Too close to the middle of her parted legs. It didn’t help that the sweats you wore were thin. And god did she feel so fucking good against your skin.
A center of attention (Can you feel them?)
Even when we're up against the wall
You've got me in a crazy position (yeah)
If you're on a mission (uh-uh)
You got my permission (oh)
You slowly felt her hands grabbing your waist, its tentative, yet confident. Your tanktop has ridden up and you loved feeling the seeping heat of her hands on your skin. It drove you crazy. You held onto her biceps and she couldn’t help but move them against you, wanting to show you just how much she loves this.
We can get down like there's no one around
We'll keep on rockin' (Keep on rockin')
We'll keep on rockin', rockin' (Oh ah-ha)
Cameras are flashin' while we're dirty dancin'
They keep watching (They keep watching)
Keep watching
Feel's like the crowd is saying:
You turned around quickly and straddled her again, your back hitting her chest. You felt the heat radiating off of her and couldn’t help but shut your eyes and moan. The curve of her breasts overwhelming as your ass ground into her. You grabbed her hands and placed them back on you. Rubbing your ass further onto her, you felt how hard she was breathing against your sweating skin. And fucking hell was it turning you on. She got a little bolder and placed one hand right below your breasts. The other going to your back and forcing you to bend down.
Gimme, Gimme more
Gimme, More
Gimme, Gimme, More
Gimme, Gimme more
Gimme, More
Gimme, Gimme, More
Gimme, Gimme more
Gimme, More
Gimme, Gimme, More
Gimme, Gimme more
Gimme, More
Gimme, Gimme, More
Gimme, Gimme more
Gimme, More
Gimme, Gimme, More (Gimme more)
Gimme, Gimme more
Gimme, More
Gimme, Gimme, More (Oh woah oh!)
Gimme, Gimme more
Gimme, More
Gimme, Gimme, More
Gimme, Gimme more (Gimme more, yeah)
Gimme, More
Gimme, Gimme, More
You came back up and reached back to rake your fingers through her hair, trying to pull her closer to you. You felt her breath on your skin and heard her whine. Jirou was muttering expletives that only you can hear.
Sadly, the song ended. You wished you could stay like this forever but let go. You turned around and looked at her. Jirou’s eyes barely had any color left in them. You both snapped out of your haze when you heard Kaminari and Mina whistle and clap.
“Damn Y/n that was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” Kaminari remarked while handing you your drink back. You hoped no one noticed how hard you were breathing and just sat back down in your seat, chugging the whole drink.
Jirou stood up and scrambled out of the room, soft excuses leaving her mouth as she ran. And you? You were embarrassed, shocked to the core. Had you gone too far?
“Is she okay?” You ask. You worried that she was completely uncomfortable with you giving her a lap dance. You no longer felt tipsy as everyone looked around. As if they knew something you didn’t.
“I’ll go check on her.” Kirishima was about to stand up when you motioned for him to sit down.
“It’s ok I’ll go. I need to apologize for what I did anyways.”
Arriving at a closed-door, you were about to knock when you heard her from inside.
You knocked on the door and asked her if you can come in, your sweating forehead pressed against the wood. Hearing some shuffling and footsteps, you waited patiently. Jirou opened the door a little and walked back to the bed, her head down, and her cheeks flushed in embarrassment. Damn, you definitely went too far. Pushing it, you walked inside, trying to adjust to the darkness of the room. You walked and sat next to her, your feelings feeling like a steaming mess as she won’t look at you.
“Hey.”
She didn’t reply. This was a terrible start.
“I-I wanted to…apologize for..you know.” You motioned to her lap, and her eyes finally locked on you.
She shrugged but said nothing, her fingers finding her earlobs, gently pushing the metal together.
“I should have asked if it was ok with you before I did anything.” When she nodded, you took the chance to get closer to her, resting your head on her shoulder.
Jirou’s breathing hitched, she was surprised by what you just did.
“I-I like you. I really, really, like you. And sometimes, I almost feel like a coward because I’ve liked you for so long now, but… I don’t know if you feel the same way.”
“Are… are you being serious right now?” Jirou asks, her voice low. Soft. Scared almost.
“I have no reason to lie.” You laugh, trying to mask your own insecurity.
What you didn’t expect, not once in a million years was for her lips to be over yours within seconds. Your eyes widening as you saw her eyes clutched closed as her lips pressed against yours. A shocked gasp escapes your lips as your eyes flutter closed, kissing her back as much as you could.
She breaks away, her face red, her breathing unstable as she shakes her head. “I really, really like you too, y/l/n.”
Your smile has returned full force as you bring her lips back towards yours. The kiss is sensual, her lips dragging over your own as she pushes towards you. Your back hits the mattress as she slides on top of you. Your chest heaving as the arousal and excitement from earlier makes its way back to you.
“D-Do…” You trail off as her soft lips press against your neck, and you arch into her body, overwhelmed. “Are you trying to fuck me in Kirishima’s guest bed?” You tease as her hands slip under your tank top.
“We’ll clean his sheets for him. Besides, they’re all hammered, they won’t notice unless you’re loud.” Jirou breathes against your skin, and you moan as her fingers make contact with your breasts.
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inawickedlittletown · 6 years ago
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Walking The Wire (108/?)
Summary: Tony Stark always knew about Peter Parker. He didn’t know that Peter was going to get superpowers and become Spider-Man, but he always knew about Peter because Peter was his son.
This will span from pre-Iron Man up through the rest of the MCU (eventually including Infinity War) and will be for the most part canon compliant except where I’ve taken some liberties and interpreted canon a certain way.
Pairings: Pepper/Tony, Tony/Steve (endgame), Tony/Mary (past)
A/N: If you want me to tag you when I post new chapters let me know. This fic is also on AO3
I used Collider’s MCU timeline to stay canon and the title of this fic is an Imagine Dragons song that is just so fitting for Peter and Tony
@findmeinthestarss
Masterpost
Chapter One Hundred Seven
They never found out what had been going on with Loki and Thor because nothing came of their appearance and then disappearance because aside from a blip somewhere in Ireland that wasn’t necessarily them, there was nothing and while Tony waited for the other shoe to drop and something crazy to happen somewhere else in the world, nothing did.
“So, do you think he was just popping in for a visit and didn’t even think to stop by here?” Rhodey asked during a team meeting.
“I don’t know,” Tony said. “And there’s no way to contact him. I called up Jane and she -- well, apparently they broke up sometime before he left the last time and she didn’t have a way to contact him anyway which is sort of why they broke up.”
“But nothing’s happened right,” Sam said. “I mean, no random Asgardians have shown up so--”
“Not since then,” Tony said. “At least not that my satellites picked up anyway. But Coulson or Fury would have mentioned if they heard anything.”
Tony kept paying attention, but nothing outside of the usual happened. Ross’ announcement that Spider-Man was Tony’s son had been a small blip that most people didn’t pay attention to despite all the pictures that Ross had managed to get of Spider-Man coming and going from the tower. Mostly, he just sounded like a conspiracy theorist especially after Tony tweeted that his son was definitely not Spider-Man and that the theory had made Steve laugh. Still, he was sure some people did believe Ross’ story. It was also a concern that Ross was clearly keeping an eye on the tower.
There was a whole thing with the resurgence of AIM in the middle of August but it was such a disorganized mess that they didn’t get very far in even setting themselves up as a threat and Tony had them all rounded up and arrested in the course of an afternoon.
By the time that the summer was actually over, Tony was starting to relax on the Thor front. Peter on the other hand was a tad disappointed that he hadn’t gotten to meet the god yet. It turned out that next to Iron Man, Thor was Peter’s favorite.
“He’s an actual god,” Peter had said, “but also an alien. And just cool. He’s just so cool.”
Sam found the whole thing amusing. “Your kid has good taste at least,” he said, “if he had to crush on any of us.”
“It’s not a crush! I just -- he’s a god, Sam! And the lightning--” Peter trailed off as Sam laughed and Tony tried not to join in.
“He is seriously impressive,” Natasha said in Peter’s defense.
“Yes, exactly,” Peter said.
“Which is why you had a crush on him,” Sam said matter of factly and Peter threw up his arms in the air and Tony knew that he had figured out he couldn’t really say much else to make a difference to the conversation. Mostly, though, Tony loved the level of ease that Peter had with the rest of The Avengers.
But when Peter’s birthday came around, Tony decided that they needed to go on a mini-vacation. Not to get away from anyone, but because Tony wanted to spend some time on his own with Peter away from wedding planning and everything else that was going on at the tower. They went to California because Peter had never been to the West Coast and because Peter had also been interested in seeing the rebuilt Malibu house. It was fun to show Peter around and take him to a few of Tony’s favorite spots. All in all, their vacation was a nice break from the usual. They got back after a couple of weeks away and right in time for Peter to get back to school and Tony to move forward with the new suit. Everything was ready and Tony just needed to have the housing unit put in his chest.
On the night before school was starting up again, Peter was leaning against Tony’s side. There was a movie on, but Tony had long given up on watching it because the plot had changed so drastically that the movie was downright silly and either way, Tony had gotten busy answering emails because Pepper couldn’t understand why Tony was delegating everything to do with SI for the next week or two. Tony still hadn’t told her that he was going to be putting in the housing unit for the nanotech in his chest. He and Shuri both agreed that it was the only way to make it as effective as Tony wanted it to be.
“Is it going to be a long operation?” Peter asked.
Tony looked down at him. “A few hours.”
“I don’t like that I’ll be in school and I won’t be here.”
The whole thing with Thor had really hastened Tony to get the device ready faster. He wanted to be prepared for the next time something happened and things would have been dire if Thor’s return had signaled the beginning of something being wrong. Sure, Tony had his other suits, but the nanotech one was going to be better than any other. Steve and Peter for their part thought that he knew best despite the risk that the surgery would bring him.
“You’ll be here plenty,” Tony assured him. “Nothing is going to go wrong. I have the best doctors on this and we have a good plan for how we’re handling this.”
“Dr. Cho is pretty great,” Peter said with a grin.
Tony wrapped his arm around Peter’s shoulders and pulled him closer. “So why did you want to watch this movie again?”
“Ned recommended it,” Peter muttered. “I don’t think I’ll be taking his advice on movies again any time soon.”
Tony laughed. “On that we can agree, kid.”
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Steve didn’t argue with Tony once Tony decided that he needed to get the housing unit put into his chest. It was Tony’s body and Tony’s decision and while Steve did voice his questions and got Tony to think about the pros and cons, he left it up to Tony because Tony knew best when it came to his suits. The device was different than the arc reactor, anyway, in that it wasn’t working to keep Tony alive. Looking at the ring with the shrapnel that had almost killed Tony, reminded Steve of how much Tony had gone through and survived.
He was with Tony during the operation, holding his hand while Dr. Cho and her team worked on Tony with a combination of Dr. Cho’s tech and Shuri’s as well. It brought down the risk for the procedure considerably. When it was over a few hours later and the whole thing was successful, Steve let out a sigh of relief.
“Good,” he said.
The whole thing was taking place in the compound since the facility had a medical wing and Tony had gone ahead and added an operating room to it too. It meant that Tony was going to be staying at the compound for a few days even if that was more of a precaution than anything, but it was better for him to not have to travel to the tower while fresh out of his operation. Steve had insisted on being there so his anklet was off. The FBI had only checked in on them once since putting the anklets on and the only reason they showed up in the first place was that Sam’s had malfunctioned. It was lucky that they were all in the tower at the time, not that Fury had been sending them on a lot of missions lately. Things were on the quiet side.
“He’ll be asleep for a little longer,” Helen said. “We’ll move him somewhere comfortable. You can call Peter in, if you want.”
“I’ll go get him,” Steve said and leaned over to kiss Tony’s forehead first.
Helen smiled at him.
When he returned with Peter in tow, Tony had been moved into one of the rooms in the medical wing. Tony was still asleep, but he looked peaceful all tucked into bed.
“Everything went perfectly, Peter,” Helen said. “He’ll be awake in an hour or two. Myself or someone from my team will come check in.”
“I’m glad,” Peter said as Helen grabbed a few things and walked out of the room. “I was actually a little worried,” he admitted to Steve. “I just -- I’ve lost all the father figures in my life and he was doing this and I was worried.”
Peter walked to stand by Tony’s bed and Steve moved forward and placed a hand on his shoulder. “You dad rarely does anything that isn’t for a reason. And if he had suspected that this was any riskier than it needed to be he wouldn’t have done it because the last thing he wants is to leave you. Shuri and Helen worked this out and you know how smart they are.”
“I know,” Peter said and looked up at Steve. “I just couldn’t help it. And thanks for helping me get out of school today. Dad just kept saying how I didn’t need to be here.”
“Yeah, well, he hates that we fuss about him.”
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Taking it easy was boring. At least, it wasn’t bed rest. Tony could move around and he could go to the workshop but he was limited by how long he could work and how much he could lift or really do which ultimately just made him grumpy. Steve was also hovering for most of his time in there and jumping in to do things for him which Tony had found endearing at first but then kind of frustrating. So, he was happy to be back to normal a month and a half later even if Steve still seemed a bit wary of him doing much. Pepper was worse. She had started to just show up to make sure he was okay every other day right after Tony moved back to the tower and she’d fussed and fussed over him after telling him off for putting the housing unit in his chest in the first place until Tony had enough.
“You know,” Steve said one afternoon, “it’s almost been a year since I came back.”
“It has,” Tony said. A full year. It had been more than a year since the whole fiasco with The Vulture too. They were lucky that there hadn’t been any big villain like that popping up since but even if there had been, Tony was confident that Peter would have been able to handle it.
Training with Steve and the team in general had made a huge difference to Peter’s capabilities as Spider-Man. Peter didn’t use the Iron Spider suit often, opting for his other suit over that one most of the time, but he had gotten so much better with his powers and just his physicality because he wasn’t just following his instincts which were often good, he was doing more. Strategizing and thinking his plans through and really knowing his strengths and weaknesses and using that knowledge to do things in the best way possible.
“And it hasn’t been all bad,” Steve said.
“Yeah,” Tony said. “I half expected you to get too bored to stay.”
“I’ve found that life can’t be boring when you’re in it. But, not just that, it makes a difference that we’re together. You’ve made this worth it and it’s just one more year, Tony.”
“We better hope nothing crazy happens before then,” Tony said. “I thought Thor coming back meant--”
Steve nodded. “I know. I know. I did too. I just wonder what the whole point of it was. He wouldn’t have shown up and left that quickly without there being some reason and I just don’t trust that Loki was with him. Wasn’t he supposed to be dead?”
“Yeah,” Steve said. “That’s what Thor said.”
“Jane was confused about that too. She seemed concerned -- but she hasn’t called which means she hasn’t found anything alarming. At least I have this thing now,” Tony said and tapped his chest. “It makes me feel a little better about any possible threats.”
It was Tony’s fear -- and had been since going through that wormhole -- that they’d be faced with something from outside their world again. Even if nothing came to pass, he wanted them to be prepared. After all, he’d seen what some of those aliens could do and create and it was only a matter of time before Earth became a target again. Loki being alive -- he’d been the one behind the attack in New York. Of course, helped by the stone in the scepter but nevertheless one of the reasons. Thor had said he was leaving to find out more about the stones and...and maybe it was what he was still trying to figure out. It worried Tony.
Chapter One Hundred Nine
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fatrainbowmermaidunicorn · 7 years ago
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Wherever You Are (Jungkook x You Oneshot)
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This story is heavily inspired and based on 5SOS - Wherever You Are. The words in bold and italic are parts of the song. For better enjoyment, listen to the song while reading. Hope you enjoy!😍
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Some angst and fluff
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For a while we pretended That we never had to end it But we knew we’d have to say goodbye
“We cant do this Jungkook. You know you will be leaving soon,” Y/N weeps, her voice muffled by Jungkook’s shirt as he hold her tight to his chest.
“I’ve been everywhere Y/N, and I have never met anyone who makes me feel like you do. Just even the thought of you makes me fall asleep smiling and waking up grinning. You dont know how happy you have made me,” Jungkook softly carressed her hair. “Please Y/N…”
“But Jungkook-”
Jungkook release her from his embraced and cupped her chin. His eyes staring deep into hers  "Let’s just pretend. Even for a while. Let’s just pretend you are mine. I love you Lee Y/N. I love you so much,“
Tears starts to cloud Y/N��s eyes and she hugged him tightly. Wishing with all her might that this moment will last forever. "I…I love you too Jeon Jungkook,” she choked out.
Jungkook once again cupped her face and placed their lips together, sharing their first ever kiss and it was sweet, passionate and full of love that they both wish it can stay that way forever.                                               —————— Y/N and Jungkook met at one of his fansign during his world tour. To them, it was fate that brought then together as Y/N dont even know what and who BTS is. She ended up at their concert and later the fansign because her brother bailed on his 9 year old daughter, her favorite niece, that he was supposed to take to the concert as a birthday gift. So Y/N had to take her instead.
As for Jungkook, he knew he fell in love the moment the 9 year old girl kneeled in front of him, passing him her cd to sign and he heard her whined, “Auntie, can you please at least act like you know them? You are embrassing me in front of the other Armys!”
Jungkook looked up at that, chuckling and expecting maybe a 40 year old woman looking bored as hell but instead he was met with a beautiful young girl who looks like she is about his age, looking confused. He was immediately star strucked by her even though he is the star here.
“I’m sorry Zae. You should have brief me on who’s who before we came here. I will do better okay. Dont be sad. Its your birthday,” she answered and gave Jungkook who was looking at her a small apologetic smile.
Jungkook snapped himself back to reality and continue flipping through the CD to find where he was supposed to sign. “Hi. What’s your name?”
“Hello Oppa. I’m Zae! I love you so much. You are my bias but please dont tell Teahyung oppa,” the little girl squeal. Jungkook laugh at that. “Is that your auntie?”
Zae nodded. “Yes. But she doesnt know much about BTS. Please dont be mad at her oppa,”
“Zae!” Y/N scold her little niece. “I’m sorry. I’m not really a fan…” she said sheepishly at Jungkook.
“It’s okay. But tell you what,” Jungkook motion his fingers for Y/N to come closer so he can whisper to her. “Tell me your messenger ID and maybe I’ll will give you a BTS crash course later,”
Y/N’s eyes widen, suprised that a supposed world star would say that. Is this what stars do? Flirt with their fans?
“Urm no thankyou,” Y/N shakes her head and before Jungkook can say anything they were ushered off to the next member.
The day ended and Y/N was glad that her niece enjoyed herself so much. She felt asleep not even remembering what happen with Jungkook earlier.
Little did she know that while she was in the toilet earlier at the fanmeet, Jungkook had sent out a manager to asks her niece for her phone number or messenger Id. Anything. And the naive little thing provide the manager with everything that she knows.
After a few days of texting back and forth, they have establish some sort of a friendship, and Jungkook cant be happier.
Y/N was reluctant to start anything with him as she knows he have to leave sooner or later. But her heart wants what it wants and although they both know that Jungkook is only going to be in Y/N’s country for a month until the end of tour, they still continue their relationship with whatever time they still have left.
Until the day they have to say goodbye.
You were crying at the airport When they finally closed the plane door I could barely hold it all inside
They had a wonderful month together. After their confession a week after the fanmeet,  Jungkook spend all his free time with Y/N. Exploring the city, trying new things, sharing secrets under the stars, stolen kisses, late night walks and ice cream runs, even movie nights.
The last night before Jungkook has to go off was spend almost in silent. No words are spoken. Only kisses and tears. There is no need for words to express the heartache that Y/N felt that night. They both knew this day will come and they both are still stubborn enough to went through with it.
Jungkook and his members were swarmed at the airport. Mask and sunglass covered his puffy eyes that roam around looking for Y/N. He spotted her by the gate’s corner, her face wet with tears that is still flowing.
The sight makes his heart breaks even more. He just wants to run to her and hold her tight and just to tell her that he dont ever want to let her go. For God’d sake, he cant even say his last goodbye or kiss her one last time since his fans are everywhere. The only thing that both of them can do is stare at each other from afar.
“Come on JK. Let’s go. It’s time,” Taehyung and Jimin patted his shoulder, both knowing the situation, looking at him with sympathy.
Jungkook looked at Y/N one last time and pull down his mask. With one last look he mouthed to her, “I love you, Lee Y/N,”
And with that he entered the gates and boarded the plane, breaking down in tears once he settled down, with Taehyung quietly rubbing his back.
I just can’t stop thinking of you Wherever you are
Days turns into weeks. And Jungkook is occupied with his super pack schedule. He is, afterall on a world tour. He puts on a smile for his fans during fanmeets and do his best dancing and singing when he’s on stage.
But late at night when all seven of them is back at the hotel, all he could think about is her.
What is she doing right now? Have she eaten? Is she well? Did she think about him as much as he did about her? Does she miss him at all?
He just cant stop thinking about Y/N. He just hopes she is thinking about him too, wherever she is…
Every night I almost call you Just to say it always will be you Wherever you are
Every day and night Jungkook would stares at his phone.  His fingers ached to just click the green call button on Y/N’s name. Just so he can hear her voice again. Just so he can hear her call his name just once. Just so he can tell her that he miss her and that it will always be her.
But he knows he cant.
Both him and Y/N had promised each other that when the time comes to separate, they will cut all communications. They knew this relationship wont work out. Jungkook is an idol and Y/N is just a normal college girl living across the world from him.  Even if they can make it through the stress of being with an idol, the distance between them will surely break them apart. So they decide to end it once and for all once the time comes.
I could fly a thousand oceans But there’s nothing that compares to What we had, and so I walk alone
Weeks turns to months. And his world tour almost ended. His hyungs keep on asking him to enjoy himself, to have fun. There are many new places to visits, new faces to meet.
Its not like Jungkook didnt try. He did. Oh boy, he really did. He met up with all the girls that his hyungs introduced him to. New faces at new places but at the end of the night, he will say goodnight and went back to his hotel room alone, mind full with thoughts of her.
None of the girls he met is even half as fascinating and interesting as her. None of them are able to hold his attention long enough. None of them can compare to what they had shared. None of them can compare to you.
I wish I didn’t have to be gone Maybe you’ve already moved on But the truth is I don’t want to know
Although he is thankful and happy with his life as an idol, sometimes he wishes that he is just a normal guy. A normal guy who can have a normal relationship with her. He wish he didnt have to go, to leave, when his heart is bursting with love and happiness like he had never felt before.
Sometimes, while thinking of Y/N, he wonders if she has already moved on. Its been almost a year. Y/N is a beautiful, smart, young and an incredible woman. Its not a suprise if she really did move on. But even if that’s true, Jungkook doesnt want to know. He doesnt even want to imagine it at all. He will just keeps on telling himself that Y/N’s heart is still his, wherever she is.
Nothing lasts forever Nothing stays the same So why can’t I stop feeling this way
His hyungs keeps on telling him, that with time, his feelings will fade. He will forget about her. They said that nothing lasts forever, including his feelings for Y/N.
But its already been more than a year, and Jungkook wonder if he will forever feel this way? Clouded with the memories of the one month they spend together.
You can say we’ll be together Someday
“If its meant to be, we will be together again… someday,” that’s what Y/N told him a few days before his departure. But when will someday come? He is tired of waiting for the someday that she spoke about.
Jungkook’s heart is breaking every single day. Missing her and beating for her presence every day. He can no longer wait for ‘someday’ to come.
I know I shouldn’t tell you But I just can’t stop thinking of you Wherever you are
“Y/N?”
“Jung…Jungkook?,” she stuttered. Not believing this is real. Its been over a year. She hadnt heard his voice for more than a year but her heart immediately recognizes the voice. The voice that keeps replaying in her dreams every single night.
The phone call shocked her so much she almost slipped on the icy road that she is walking on to get home.
“Hi…” he paused. “Y/N, I know we promise not to call each other anymore. I know I shouldnt call you and I know I definitely shouldnt tell you this, but I miss you. I miss you so much Y/N,”
“Jungkook… I- I,”
“Please tell me you miss me too. I cant stop thinking about you Y/N. Tell me you think about me too,”
Tears starts to welled up in Y/N’s eyes. Combined with her being out of breath since she currently climbing the stairs to her apartment, she can only sobbed.
“I miss you too Jungkook. I had always been missing you,” she finally able to say once she reached her floor.
“Y/N, I love you. I wont hold it back anymore. I love you,”
“I love you too Jungkook. All this while, I cant believe you still love me,” Y/N starts to sobbed. Not believing this is actually happening.
“Hey Y/N…”
“Yeah?”
“Look up,”
Y/N, puzzled by the request, finally raised her head that has been staring at her shoes because of her excessive crying. Her mouth dropped open, her phone dropped, its existance no longer remembered nor important, and tears falls even more heavily on her face.
Standing there, in front of her apartment door is Jeon Jungkook, smiling widely, tears in his eyes. He ended the phone call and walk slowly towards the shocked Y/N.
“It will always be you. Wherever I go, wherever you are, it will always be you, Y/N,”
it always will be you Wherever you are
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A/N: I really hope you enjoy my version of 5SOS - Wherever You Are! But seriously, its such a cool song, go and listen to it!
And if any of you have any suggestion on what song I should write on next, let me know! ♡
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lovemenowmr · 7 years ago
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Chapter thirty one
I had just gotten out of my last exam, it was actually two days before Marco’s birthday today but he was away, It actually had been a good thing since I had had enough time alone to concentrate into my exams but I missed him terribly, I couldn’t even imagine how bad it was going to be in Summer, when I wasn’t going to see him for two whole months.
I had called Marco everyday since he left, I felt sad knowing even though I was still in Dortmund it was going to be the last time we properly saw each other since we were not getting any quality time together in France. My family was not happy they didn’t get to see me until the European Cup finished but I didn’t let them pull me out of the trip.
The sun was shining today, and it was nice and warm in Dortmund. It hasn’t been like that much, which I actually thanked since I had had to study a lot the last couple of weeks in order to pass my final exams and I wouldn't had been able to enjoy the weather, It was actually so nice that I decided to call Marco on my way home, so I would walk slowly and enjoy my way.
“Hello liebe” I heard Marco on the other end of the phone “How was your exam?”
“It was good, I think” I said “I just got out, I’m walking home right now.”
“Does that mean you’re free from now?” he asked.
“Yeah, I think so” I said smiling “How are you doing?”
“I’m fine” he said.
“You don’t sound convincing” I said “Is everything OK?”
“It’s really nothing” he said.
“It’s clearly bothering you. Just tell me what it is”
I wasn’t going to hide this under the rug, I wanted to know what was happening to him. I knew how nervous and hopeful he was about this Championship and I was kinda living those emotions through him. I was almost as committed to this European Cup – and Marco’s participation in it – that I actually had spent nights awake wondering how much hurt would it cause if he finally didn’t make it in the end.
“My abductors are bothering me again” he said.
“Oh” I said actually freezing in my spot.
I didn’t really know what to tell him, I wanted to make him feel better, to assure him it would be OK and that it would pass. That this was not going to be another big injury. But I really didn’t even know what to say, what to do. I mostly knew nothing I would say could possibly erase his pain or his doubts about him, his nervousissm.
“See” he said “I didn’t want to worry you”
“I’m not worried” I said starting to walk once again “You’ll be better”.
“You can’t lie to safe you’re life liebe” he laugh.
“I’m not lying” I said.
“Yes you are” he said “Anyway, what are you planning on do until you come to France?”
“I don’t know” I answered.
“You still got a couple of days left”
“I know, I gotta tidy everything up anyway”
“You can call my sisters, they would help”
“I know” I said “But I can do it alone, I don’t want to bother them”
“You wont be” he said “Family always got each other backs”
“You’re his brother, not me” I said as I got to the stairs.
“I know” he laughed “But you’re family too”
“I’m not” I said laighing as I approached my house.
As I turned the corner I saw a little person in front of my door, he was wearing some jeans and a thin white sweater that was a little big for him. Yvone was behind him with Mia on her lap, the little girl was already four months old and she has the strongest grip I had ever seen in a baby, so you really couldn’t let your hair fall loose around her if you wanted it to stay on your hear. The baby was wearing a pale blue long sleeve dress that matched a blue culotte paired with a baby pink hat and a pair of pink shoes as well.
“Wait a moment” I told Marco while a waved at Yvonne.
I silenced the phone and kneeled down to pick up Nico, who was running towards me.
“Hello big boy” I said giving him a kiss on the cheek “Hpw are you doing?”
“Hello Adi” he said in an adorable voice “I’m good”
“Do you wanna talk with Uncle Marco?” I asked.
“Yes” he said clapping,
I unmuted the phone and I told Marco someone wanted to talk to him, then I passed the phone to Nico, who said “Hello Uncle Marco” with the cutest voice ever. I put him down and I grab his hand while I approached his mother and sister, I hugged Yvonne first and then I talked to little Mia.
“Hello little one” I said in my baby voice.
The little girl laughed and she moved forward into her mother’s lap, extending her little arms to reach me so I picker her up and placed her in my lap. I rocked her a little while still talking funny to her and tickling her in the belly, her sweet laugh filling my ears.
“You finished your exams, didn’t you?” she asked..
“I did” I answered “I just finished them right now”
“Good” she said “Because Nico wanted you to go to the playground with him but I didn’t know if you were free”
“I am free” I said “Of course we can go”.
Once Nico ended talking with Marco I picked up the phone and hung up after saying goodbye and then the four of us headed to the playground. We spent the afternoon there, playing with Nico and also with Mia and then they went home since it was late and it was a school night.
It was Marco’s birthday and I was waiting for his call. It was also the day the final line up for the Eurocup would be anounced and I was nervous to say the least. Marco’s injury had not gotten better – as he has told me on yesterday’s daily call – and I was scared he wouldn't make it, because I knew how much he wanted. Plus no one wanted to be given bad news on their birtday.
My house was actually looking like a mess, I had planned to tidy up my clothes and sort the things that I would take with me and  the ones that could stay and all of my clothes were scattered over my bed, making a huge mountain of different fabrics. I actually didn’t think I could sort everything out for tonight and that meant I wasn’t going to be able to sleep on my bead and that I had to sleep on the couch, which I didn’t like at all.
As I was going through the clothes I heard my phone ring in the living-room so I ran through the house to get it, because I somehow new it was Marco.
“Hello” I cheerfully said as I picked up the phone.
“Hi liebe” he sighed.
“What is it?” I said fearing the worst.
“I’m out” he said lowly.
“I’m so sorry” I said dropping in the couch.
“It’s not your fault” he said “I’m packing right now”.
“I know it’s not my fault but I’m still sorry” I insisted “Was it because of the injury?”
“It was” he said “It’s worst than I thought, I’m probably gonna be out all summer and I’ll miss the start of the season”
“Oh god Marco” I said “That’s horrible”.
“That’s okay” he said “I’m used to it”
“You shouldn’t be” I protested “Don’t say that”
“It’s the truth” he sighed “Look, I’ve got to go, I just wanted you to know before it was on the news. I’ll be home tonight, I’ll text you the date later”
“OK” I said not wanting to end the call but giving up instead.
“Love you”
“Love you too”
It was seven o’clock in the afternoon and I was waiting for Marco in Dortmund’s Airport. The press was also there, so I decided  to wait on the back. They were preparing their huge cameras, some of then prepared to take photos and another ones ready to record some videos, there was actually some of them that were carrying a microphone, so they would connect with their programs. It was interesting watching everything being set up, in your house you really only saw the aftermath but not actually how everything was filmed.
There were also a few people with Marco’s kit around, they were mostly young boys and girls but there was also little kids with their parents. The last ones were sitting at the cafeteria, eating sweets and the fist ones were sat on the ground playing with their phones and taking some selfies while they waited.
I waited half an hour sitting at the coffee shop in front of the gate, the journalists were still on their feet, pointing the cameras to the gate. By the time my phone buzzed with a message from Marco letting me know that he had landed and that he would be on the gate in a few minutes. I grabbed my keys and phone from the table and I stood up, waiting at the end of the line.
I guessed the paps had also had gotten a word about the landing apparently because they got even more prepared and tried to move all together towards the board, crushing themselves against the valla. In a fifteen minutes the gate’s doors flew open and the paparazzi started to look further tp spot Marco, they didn’t for a few minutes but when they did spot him they started flashing their cameras and talking to their respective cameras.
The rest of the passengers looked a little bit shocked about all the fuss and rushed to the exit. Marco instead, seemed a little bit more used to it and he marched quietly throw them and he even stop to sign a few autographs and take a few pictures with the fans that had also congregated there. He also took extra time with the little fans, which I thought it was very cute and he tried to look happy all through it even though I knew better.
When he finished with the line of fans he spotted me and walked to me flashing me a smile, he hugged me as soon as he approached. He wrapped his hands around me and I got on my tip toes and threw my arms around his neck, his head falling to the crock of my neck.
He kissed me in a check after he hold me for a while and then I picked up his suitcase while he carried his travel bag and we headed hand in hand to the parking lot. The press followed us as far as they could, asking millions of questions and taking a lot of photos, slightly blinding me. Marco noticed how tense I was and he pulled me closer to him, making stronger the grip on my hand as I kept my hand down the whole ride.
We thankfully made it to the parking lot and I got in the car while Marco put the bags into the back of the car. When he came back I started the engine and headed home.
“How are you doing?” I asked him once we got out of the airport.
“I’m fine” he said getting comfortable on the passenger seat “Sorry about the airport”
“It’s OK” I said.
“Do you still wanna go to France?” he asked.
“Why?” I asked suspicious.
“Because I’ve got a surprise” he said with a grin.
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xxprincessjewelsxx · 7 years ago
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BTS | Their s/o Has An Over Protective Mother
Anonymous said:
You know how in scenarios, people usually write the reader having a protective father? Well, how about instead the reader having a protective mother? So, whenever you aren't busy, can you please do a big bang and bts reactions to their s/o's protective mom? (the reader is dating them) :) thanks!
Jin: It had actually be Jin’s decision to talk to your mother in private. You had told him that she could be over protective and that when he first met her things might be a bit iffy. But he took it upon himself to want to talk to her and tell her about him and about your relationship and answer any questions she might have man to woman.
“You do realize it’s not going to go the way you have it all planned out in your head,” you warned, “It’s not going to be Twenty Questions, and then life will go on like it normally does. Seriously, in the seven circles of Hell my mother’s questioning tactics are used as means of torture...I can show you where Dante wrote about them.”
“I’ll be fine, Y/N...me and your mom are just going to talk and then we’ll have dinner and everyone will go about their business and no one will have anything to worry about.”
*Several Hours Later*
Jin came walking out of your father’s home office, which your mother had borrowed for the private conversation, and flopped on the couch, his head landing in your lap. “How was it?”
“I think I cried,” he replied.
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Suga/Yoongi: For Yoongi, Sunday afternoons that he rarely had off could be better spent curled up on the couch with you watching a movie. Instead you had dragged him to your parents house. He wasn’t objecting to meeting your parents...the fact was he just wasn’t looking forward to it.
You had told him about how your mother could be a little on the over protective side and that whenever you had mentioned him she would start questioning you about everything in the book. 
“Just try to avoid any sensitive subjects...” you reminded him, as you stood at the front door a pie in hand.
“I would rather not talk about that with your parents to begin with,” he said, “If it’s brought up it definitely wont be by me.”
The door opened and your mother was stood there a half-hearted smile on her face and she greeted the both of you. “This is must be the rapper that you’re dating...what’s your stage name again umm something wit STD in it...I can never remember. I truly hope you’re not hinting at anything...coffee anyone?”
“Best day off ever...” Yoongi sighed.
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J-Hope/Hoseok: *Starts campaign to protect this ball of sunshine* “Hoseok...you really didn’t have to come with me,” you said as you headed up to the door of your childhood home. Just a few more steps and there was no way out.
“I wanted to come, jagi...plus I need to meet your parents sooner or later,” he said, his perfect smile plastered on his face.
“It’s not gonna be that-...” it was too late, he knocked on the door. Say goodbye to the sunshine...the rain cloud was arriving in the form of your mother.
When your mother opened the door Hoseok smiled at her and held up the soup pot that he had been carrying for you. “Hello Mrs. Y/L/N, I’m Hoseok...Y/N said you weren’t feeling good so we brought you soup in hopes that you feel better.”
“Do you think bringing me soup will make me like you any better Mr. “Y/N I’m out of the shower you can use it now”....I can see by your faces you didn’t realize that I heard that little conversation,” your mother said.
“I...I just used Y/N’s shower...we haven’t even done anything yet...” Hoseok said.
“Yet...and never would if I had my way...” you mother said before taking the soup pot and giving you both on parting glance before shutting the door.
“I just wanted her to like me...” he said sadly.
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Rap Monster/Namjoon: “Why is my mother looking at you like you just kicked a small animal?” you questioned walking into your mother’s dining room to see him sitting at the table, your mother sending him death glares.
“I...tried to help with dinner...” he said.
“When you said his nickname was the God of Destruction cause he was clumsy...you didn’t say I had to protect everything in my house. First, I have to worry about this boy and what he’s doing with you and then I have to worry about my fine china,” your mother said, starting on a rant.
“What did you break?” you questioned.
“This expensive looking platter...” he replied.
“So...only the oldest and most valuable thing in the house,” you said, “What else?”
“I knocked over some glasses...”
“Just keep him out of my kitchen,” your mother said, “You better not be having any sort of sexual relationship because at this point I’m afraid of where things might go!” After that moment your mother continue to rant about how she couldn’t believe you had found such a destructive young and how she thought she had taught you better and blah blah blah.
“I think I’ll go take a walk,” Namjoon said, going to put on his sun glasses, only to accidentally break them in the process.
“YOU TWO ARE NEVER GETTING MARRIED!”
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Jimin: For about a month you and Jimin had finally made plans to go and visit your family. His schedule really had nothing to do with the fact that you hadn’t gone yet, he had several times said he could take a couple days off for family (which you of course were to him), but it was more because of your mother.
Unlike your father, who was thrilled that his child was not only happy in their professional but love life...your mother wasn’t having any of it. Not only was she not happy that you moved to a big city at such a young age she was not happy that you were dating someone whose job kept him away for not only days but sometimes months at a time.
So when “D Day” started to creep up you started to show signs of nervousness that only made Jimin nervous.
~3:30 AM~
You had gotten up for a glass of water and headed to the kitchen and saw the living room light on. Finding it strange that the light was on on not only Jimin’s day off but the night before an important event when he should be getting sleep you started to get worried. “Jimin...why are you up, we have to catch the train at eight,” you said, seeing him hunched over a notebook, “Are you working?”
“I’m not working...I’m studying,” he said.
“For what?” you questioned.
“You told me about your grandparents, siblings, parents, their jobs, the family business, you’ve showed me pictures so I know who is who, your mother’s favorite EVERYTHINGS....I need to be ready,” he replied, “For all I know there could be a pop quiz.”
“I don’t think that-”
“You never know!”
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V/Taehyung: The evening had gone surprising well. Which made you suspicious; you weren’t so suspicious about your father and Tae getting along as you were him and your mother. Your father had as much of a sick sense of humor as he did so you figured that between the two of them the laughter would be hard to control.
As for your mother, you weren’t expecting her to hug Tae and warmly welcome him to her home. On more than one occasion you had asked her “what are you up to?” only to receive a smile and her saying “Up to? Sweetheart, I’m happy for you.”
Bullshit
She was planning something; your mother had always been over protective, always scaring away anyone you brought home to meet them. Even scaring away a few friends. So as you sat down for dinner and your mother’s demeanor started to change you knew something was coming.
“So Taehyung...” she said, setting down her fork and knife.
“Yes ma’am?”
“I can see that Y/N...for some reason likes you, I can’t figure it out yet what with a job that keeps you away for so long, but I do have to tell you one thing,” he said before pointing her knife at him, “I better not find out that you have gone very far.” Your mother didn’t have to give specifics to know what she was talking about, but all the same you were completely embarrassed.
“Well ma’am...I have some bad news for you...” he started, a terrified look forming on your face.
“I would have to check Y/N’s passport, but I think I think the furthest we’ve gone is New York....”
There was silence in the room before your father burst out into laughter. ‘Well at least someone found it funny,’ you thought.
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Jungkook: You had saved up for a year for this dinner. If your mother was going to meet Jungkook is was going to be in a public (but of course not too public) setting. So when your mother’s birthday came around your parents out to Seoul and you went out to dinner on her birthday.
“I can pay, you know that right,” Jungkook whispered to you, “I don’t mind treating you guys, especially on your mom’s birthday.”
“Yeah, I know...but she’ll turn it into a thing like you’re trying to impress her...just let me get this,” you whispered back, earning a nod from him.
So far the evening had been going well, and by well you considered Jungkook only getting dirty looks from your mother instead of an earful unlike what you had on the phone. Your mother was convinced that the relationship would never last with what his job was like and that he was just going to turn into some playboy. She didn’t get that past the hip thrusts that he gave on stage there was a shy boy who that after you two met in the coffee shop you worked at took some time for him to actually get the nerve to ask you on a date.
Dinner was pretty quiet, your father mainly the one to break the silence asking about both of your jobs and how they were going and asking how you had been adjusting to life in the big city over the past couple of years.
“It was hard adjusting at first since I didn’t really know anyone, but when Jungkook and I became friends and then started dating that really help since I actually had someone to talk to,” you said, looking at Jungkook and smiling.
“He better not be helping you adjust too much,” your mother chimed in.
“Mom...” you said lowly, “Don’t start.”
“You come to the city and next thing I know you have a boyfriend...he just better be aware that if he does anything with you he’ll never be able to have kids, especially not with you,” she said, looking at him with an evil grin.
Jungkook popped his head up from eating with a terrified look on his face. “Oh...well...um....”
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thanos-kin · 7 years ago
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SINCE EVERYONE SEEMS TO LOVE THE POLY AU WITH CONNOR/EVAN/MICHAEL/JERRMY SO I'LL POST SOME MORE HEADCANNONS @all-you-see-is-nightmare-eyes HELPED ME WITH THESE - the boys get progressively gayer now that they're together, they hold hands and make out and cuddle and everyone finds it really cute?? (everyone as in heidi and jeremy's dad) - they have a specific way they cuddle, connor's on the left curled up around them since he's the tallest and the main one he's curled up around is michael, his nose nuzzled in his hair. honestly he's just spooning michael. michael's arms are around evan, who's nuzzled in his neck and has his arms wrapped around him and connor. jeremy's spooning evan, nuzzled in the back of his neck as he wrapped his arms around michael and evan and he's holding connor's hand. - it's almost impossible for them to sleep unless they're with each other it's crazy - connor definitely dramatically drapes himself across michael when he's playing games to get his attention - "pay attention to me and your other boyfriends" "just one more level-" "no it's late and we wanna watch movies" "start one without me then i'll be there right after i beat this i promise" "you said that four levels ago, please?" all three of them give michael puppy eyes; he can't resist - okay but evan's never had a slushy before and michael is OFFENDED, so he grabs all of the boys and they go to the seven eleven down the street. at 2 in the morning. - when evan first tries it he's like "HOLY HECK THIS IS GOOD" and he drinks it way too quickly and no one has enough time to tell him about brain freezes - HE'S SUFFERING BECAUSE "WHY DID NO ONE TELL ME SOMETHING SO SWEET COULD BE SO EVIL" - turns out evan gets extremely hyper with just a small amount of sugar so everyone just watches him tired himself out and then connor has to carry him home when he crashes - they all bought evan a bonsai tree for his birthday and evan treasured it so much that he wont even let his boyfriend's touch it - eventually they all end up talking about the squips and the suicide attempts. there's a lot of tears, but they're there for each other and they comfort each other through it, they make sure to be each other's rocks. - HALLOWEEN IS CONNOR'S FAV HOLIDAY he plans out matching costumes (they're all dressed up as zombie mario characters) and he helps decorate everyone's houses because he can't do it at his own and he scares the fuck out of his boyfriend's 24/7 - christmas is definitely jeremy's favorite time of the year because he likes the cold, but also because of the cliche's - mistletoes, matching sweaters, snow ball fights, dazzling lights and presents - it's just great - god fuCKING RUN from michael on april fools day he plays so many tricks on everyone and one time he put hair dye in connors shampoo and he came out with bright pink hair its a fucjing disaster - everyone protects evan from michael on april fool's day to be honest - evan's favorite time of the year is definitely new years eve because. like. everyones celebrating for their own reasons, and he has his own. connor's lived another year, he's been with his boyfriend's for another year, he's actually here for another year. plus, he gets to kiss his boyfriend's at midnight. - plus they all stole wine from jeremy's dad and evan totally got grounded for it - on their anniversary, they decide to get each other promise rings and give them to each other at the end of the day. they go back to the orchard with a picnic basket and spend the entire day there, talking and laughing and taking pictures. eventually they all pull out the rings and give them to each other. - the inside bands of rings all say something different - jeremy's says "you're our world and stars" michael's says "you're our happiness and laughter" evan's says "you're our calm in the middle of a storm" connor's says "you're our beacon of light in darkness" - they kept their relationship a secret from everyone at their schools, but when they checked Instagram that night, evan had posted a picture of their ring hands reaching for the sky. underneath it the caption says "All we see is sky for forever ~ These three mean the world to me and I can't express it enough. One year already and I can't wait for the years to come." - they all decide to post similar things on their instagrams, and it feels nice to finally be out and free to be themselves. - the first time the boys went to connor's house was to meet his parents - he had told them a month earlier that he was gay and had three boyfriend's and his parents took it somewhat okay, but they're really confused about it all. so they invited them to a dinner. - connor finds out last second that they were supposed to dress up all nice, like tuxes and stuff and he tried to warn his boys but they were already there - so now there's these three awkward boys standing there in their basic regular clothing while everyone's wearing dresses and tuxes - at least connor looks good - after that they spend a lot more time at evan's house because his momma is so sweet when she's there - EVAN DOESN'T SWEAR OFTEN. HIS BOYFRIENDS EVEN KEEP TRACK OF WHEN HE SWEARS AND WHEN EVAN FINDS OUT HE DOES NOT HESITATE TO JUST. LET IT ALL LOOSE. - "shit bitch tit fuck asshole" THEY LITERALLY SCREAM - "you know you guys make such a big deal out of me swearing when i can have you all swearing and moaning in five minutes" EVERYONE GOES INTO SHOCK - one night evan's mom goes out on a date and everyone is SCREAMING BECAUSE HEIDI HAS A BOYFRIEND - her boyfriend has a little four year old daughter !!! - he meets evan and his boys and hes like "oh are you guys heidi's sons?" and connor without thinking says "nah we're all evan's boyfriends" and everyone's hearts stop for a moment but new like "okay" and evan actually feels his chest swell with pride and happiness and he just. laughs and says "okay." back and everything is good - he's able to bond with all of the boys in one way or another, he talks with michael for hours on end just about how amazing his jacket is and all of the patches on his jacket and stands behind connor while he's drawing sometimes and gives him some tips and when jeremy tries to cook he swifts by and gives him tips too, adding in stuff now and then secretly to help and with evan, well they talk all the time considering this man is dating evan's mom, and really quickly evan trusts him and is happy for him and his mom - HE PROPOSES TO HEIDI AND EVERYONE IS EXCITED - all the boys are the best men no questions asked and they all wearing matching ties and tuxes and heidi's boyfriend's little girl is the flower girl - after the wedding at the after party the boys lay outside in the grass and they're just talking and watching the sky and there's music faintly playing in the background from inside the building and they're just so happy and calm - jeremy suddenly says "i can't wait for our wedding" and everyone is shocked but jeremy is just confused because he didn't even know he said that out loud but when he finds out he did he blushes and covers his face - connor is like "i would marry you all in a heart beat" and michael is like "we already have matching rings.." - evan suddenly stands without saying a word and the rest of the boys stand too thinking they made him anxious, but he turns around and suddenly gets down on one knee and hes like "will you all marry me?" - and it's so cliche but every one of them say yes and they all cry - here they are - these fucking kids, jeremy and michael at age seventeen, evan at eighteen, connor at nineteen - here they all are, proposing to each other - they of course can't legally get married but they all change their names a week later. they all sport the last name, Hansen-Heere-Murphy-Mell. okay im done for now because my fingers hurt from typing
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LOADING INFORMATION ON MAYDAY’S MAIN VOCAL SERENA MOON…
IDOL DETAILS
STAGENAME: N/A CURRENT AGE: 21 DEBUT AGE: 18 TRAINEE SINCE AGE: 15 COMPANY: Midas ETC: She won an MSG sponsored vocal competition and was signed thereafter
IDOL IMAGE
serena moon’s image came to midas media like a vision.
she had traipsed on stage with the grace of a newborn deer, eyes wide and thoroughly in awe of every little thing, trembling slightly under the too-bright stage lights. her voice wasn’t made for such a huge stage ( granted, the competition venue was scarcely larger than the choir section in the korean church her family frequented in london ), and serena effectively hid behind the looming figure of the grand piano, her preferred place of comfort. but msg had saw her then, with her slow, accented voice and her occasionally sweet smile, they painted an image of your neighbourhood virtuoso: artistic, shy, and sweet. her soulful voice had been a happy coincidence, an added layer – they were convinced that they could extract the typical ‘girl-group’ sound from her before long.
it helped that she was a pretty teenager with naturally long limbs and a sufficiently tight waist.
they called her their little virtuoso, an intelligent edge to an otherwise pretty package. an innocent girl next door who sang like an angel that could tell you exactly why the chord progression of the song mimicked the feeling of falling while maintaining hope, and for the most part she had taken to the image with ease. it wasn’t too far from her own personality, of which she was lucky for she wasn’t that much of an actor. with the forming of the trainee group that became mayday, the company had instructed her to stay quiet, stay stereotypically innocent and thoughtful as was befitting of her artistically ‘elegant’ image. the measured and contemplative frame of the group’s pretty picture.
( “they aren’t just pretty and sweet, they’re also intelligent! what a well-rounded group” )
how perfect was she! the hardworking not-so foreigner with the lovely voice and thoroughly flawless dancing, the image soon became a larger-than-life pair of shoes that she could never truly fit into. serena would lay awake at night, the stress of not fucking up and the threat of being cut down even before taking flight prevalent with every dream.
many who knew her would laugh a little under their breaths and said conspiratorially: ‘you’re lucky that you look so sweet and innocent!’, for they knew the truth. her personally had been far too rough around the edges, far too brash with her words and a little too cool to be part of the country’s new little fairies. being silent had ensured that her personality stayed secret, and with her little smiles the public might be lulled into the image of quiet dignity, the shy loveliness that might lay beneath.
what they didn’t know was that she stayed aware with her watchful eyes, smoked her cigarettes by the open window of the dorms as she tinkered with the keyboard in her room. dreaming up songs that she probably wont ever sing.
IDOL HISTORY
the concerto of serena moon in g minor 1st movement, vivace
joohyung “james” moon had been a businessman with big dreams in his mind. lee mihyang had fallen in love with him and had no choice but to follow him to the ends of the world. he had studied in london and brought her with him, believing in his prowess like a mantra he wont let go. he had promised her a charmed life: a little flat that would house their growing family in the middle of the city, a growing business that would gain their children entrance to elite schools and circles, a climb that was so far above the struggling lives of their countrymen – riddled with unfair advantages for the rich. in the western world, he had assured her, one could succeed with hard work and be accepted with open arms.
however, the tiny flat was on the outskirts of town, and business turned out to be a small grocery store nestled between rundown shops that hardly scream english refinement. but james stayed positive, and mihyang was blinded by love – thus resulted in four lovely bundles of joy: amelia, twins charlie and serena, and little oliver, rounding up the litter.
the children did not attend prestigious schools, for they had too many mouths to feed, but they flourished nonetheless, their childhood as happy as any.
serena moon was first placed in front of a piano when she was seven. the family was in a nondescript strip mall on a saturday afternoon with the children amusing themselves by the display of second-hand pianos for sale, while john and mihyang strayed towards the booth nearby. they halfway negotiating a deal for a used station wagon when they heard a bubble of laughter and a familiar voice singing out a tune of aladdin’s ‘a whole new world’ along a simplified piano accompaniment.  
“that’s cute, did you enrolled serena in piano lessons? is that where our money went the past few months?” “i didn’t… don’t they learn instruments in music classes at school?” “not piano, we bought all of them recorders for school last week.”
a pause, widened eyes. john and mihyang moon abandoned their negotiations and bought a rickety old piano instead, setting it in an already crowded corner of their flat. the little girl played whenever she had a moment to sit down for weeks to come, to the point that had her siblings rolling their eyes when the novelty ran out. mihyang took up a position as a receptionist in a nearby dentist’s office to send their little girl to a prestigious conservatory near the city centre. amelia had muttered to her little sister, not unkindly, that “it was good (she) found something that (she) did well, it wasn’t like (she) could get a scholarship for anything else anyway”. serena blinked and let the jab slip off of her like it was nothing – and dutifully took the tube down to the conservatory every tuesdays and thursdays.
2nd movement, andantino
by the time she was ten serena was considered impressive, but hardly the best.
the problem with being uncommonly gifted was that when the novelty wore off, there was hardly any merit left. at ten years old, she was playing circles around her same-aged counterparts but still falling behind the older, more experienced students. she loved playing the piano, that much was true, but it became evident that in her inquisitive mind that she loved the attention that her parents gave her because of it even more.
what she passionately loved even more was singing.
serena had asked her mother once, just out of curiosity, if she could perhaps join the vocal class in the conservatory along with her piano classes. her mother had looked at her with astonished eyes, as if she was unable to believe her ears, and asked if her younger daughter was feeling the least bit ill before coming into the conclusion that she only felt that way due to the lukewarm response to her latest recital. serena never asked again, but hid away in the spare rooms of the conservatory to play pop & jazz songs while singing along, for she was allowed hobbies and interests, wasn’t she?
on the eve of charlie and serena’s thirteenth birthday, the comfortable balance was soon disturbed. her father’s failure to provide for the family could no longer be ignored, and under the guise of dealing with sick relatives ( that amelia, now sixteen and a grown up who could understand grown up problems, had explained in hushed tones to her younger siblings ) the family was to return to seoul. so serena played one last mournful minuet on her first piano as her family packed up their belongings, their decade-and-a-half long existence in england fitting into eight suitcases and flew into a country the children hardly knew a thing about.
( perhaps it was fortunate then, that lee mihyang had insisted that the children spoke in full korean at home )
now seated in her uncle’s spare apartment in yongin district, serena stared, open-mouthed in wonder, at a group of beautiful girls singing about ‘being a genie for you boy’. she had asked her brother if she was pretty enough to be on television like them, charlie had replied: “it doesn’t matter, you sing better than the lot of them anyway.”
cadenza: a pause before the resolving chord
serena loves her twin brother so, one could not ask for a more supportive force. he was the one who took her to karaokes, letting her sing to her heart’s content – he was the one who linked her to korea’s wealth of underground artists. they would take the long way home after school, stopping by the buskers in hongdae and noting the various late-night shows by indie bands. they would sneak out after curfew by fifteen, slipping past the bouncers with their fake-ids that charlie got from a particularly wily classmate.
it was him who pointed at a particularly shiny poster for a singing competition, and strongly suggested that she might destroy the competition after a verse.
3rd movement, the minuet & trio, marcia moderato
serena moon joined the competition without telling her parents, and prepared a performance of haru haru by tashannie – a song she could sing perfectly with her eyes closed. so she practiced on her electric piano in her room, with the earphones plugged in, only humming in soft tones to the melody. on the day of the competition there was only charlie and oliver in support of the girl that went second-to-last. their parents would undoubtedly think that the whole thing was a farce, a ‘step-down’ from a prestigious career as a classical pianist educated by the royal british conservatory, and amelia, was far too much of a tattling bore to support something she shouldn’t.
but the whole business of keeping it all a secret was taken into question when serena won, against all odds – a surprise to everyone involved. the moon children, how utterly good their sister was even with the standards of industry bigwigs, and midas media, of which the whole competition was sponsored by, that a scarcely vocally trained girl with an accent had blew the competition away. they were so impressed, in fact that along with the ₩1,000,000 prize money, she was to be offered a training contract with the famed entertainment agency.
there was no keeping it hidden now, and sensible charlie had explained it all to their parents. serena kept quiet, knowing full well that if they knew the extent of her preparedness to defy their orders anyway and fake their signatures for the contract no matter what, they’ll lock her up in her room with no way of escape. so with charlie’s smooth words, john moon and lee mihyang had no choice but to take the prize money and agreed to sign away their daughter into the system.
serena had cried with happiness at their assent.
soon after, she was whisked away to after school lessons in the company, finally receiving the vocal training she had so desperately wanted for years on end. the trainers had gone hard on her, only showing a moderately pleased expression at her raw talent once, before swiftly moving on. she needed to work on her breathing, so they sent her to swimming sessions at dawn every day, she needed to sustain with more power, so they sent her to the company gym to work on her core strength. the young girl was pliable, and so thoroughly willing to make all the changes that it was hard to reprimand her. serena had also been intensely trained in dance into exhaustion, her limbs barely making it up and down the stairs of the subway for her commute home every night. the natural progression of her training meant that she was going to be moved out of her parents home and into the trainee dorms, a common way for management to keep an eye on the their trainees’ individual character.
so she left her home at dawn one day, sending a text to her parents and siblings, and only receiving a reply from two out of five. the pretty little thing did not lament at the loss of interest from her parents, for they had three other children who had climbed gracefully into the prestigious space she had created. amelia at this point had been admitted to seoul university medical school, and their parents wasted no time in showering her the attention that she had so wanted since their childhood. serena did not mind, she was singing now and was praised for it, her trainers seemed to be more invested in her development than her family ever was. she must be grateful that anyone would care at all.
4th movement, allegro
mayday was a gift that she did not expect to receive.
after spending almost four years training with girls that came and went, serena slowly shared their desperation to debut. the old serena had been grateful for a place to sing, a place to create, no matter how hidden or secretive, but the new serena had started to seek the validation of strangers, started too wish for more moments on stage. she became most greedy, the way most trainees were, and the dangling promise of a debut had only made her all the more so.
her image was set from the very moment midas scouts had laid eyes on her, and in her eagerness to step into the spotlight she had forced herself into the role of the quiet artist. despite being one and not the other, serena had smiled through most interviews, letting her members speak for her – even when she wanted nothing more than to speak her mind. she became beloved by the fans for her beautiful voice ( still a little too dark a timbre for a typical girl group, but msg had not been named ‘experimental’ for nothing ) and her hardworking, quiet image.
sometimes, in an occasional fan-meeting or a particularly ‘unscripted’ v-live broadcast, the fans would get a swift glimpse of the girl she truly is: a carefree city-girl who took music lightly, and made decisions with her gut feeling above all else. they had praised her for being both light and dark, a mess of contradictions that make up a human– simplifying her complexities and branded her as their little ‘girl of reversals’: someone who looked quiet and soft on the outside, but was actually a nonchalant city girl on the inside. serena didn’t have the heart to correct them that the only thing sweet and soft about her was the way her smile looked under stage lights.
mayday grew in unprecedented speed, and the young girl almost hurt herself from the whiplash. from loveable nobodies to the nation’s little sisters – or something to that effect – mayday had the whole country screaming cheer up! or TT! serena could only imagine how her sister might feel, undoubtedly having to hear mayday’s tracks in various coffee shops around seoul. charlie and oliver had sent reaction videos the first few times it happened, before the novelty ran out. for serena, it was fascinating, and thoroughly rewarding to hear her own voice played back to her – and she enjoyed the feeling of success, basking in it’s light until it wont be enough.
coda: an ending, unresolved
for now serena moon endures, for she still had a long way to go. mayday’s success almost felt like a promise that was granted, and despite so, she kept her head down to compose, create a sound that was less mayday and more serena. she started a youtube channel, the identity of which was part british vlogger - part musician, a soothing balm of a temporary fix, while she’s looking for something far more permanent. a green leaf in years and in her career; only time could tell if she would shudder and rebel, or sink into the cartoonishly unattainable image of perfection.
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magnificentprinceofgalaxy · 7 years ago
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Farewell Pretty Little Liars (2010-2017)
I’ve Been Trying To Tell Myself That PLL is going to End. But i, somehow, Cant put that idea in My head. Why? Because PLL Is One Of The Few Things In This World that Still Means something To Me. And How Can We simply Let Go To One Of The Things You Love The Most and Wont see Again? The Next second PLL is Over, There Wont Be More PLL. More Promos, More Theories, More Nothing. I Find It Hard To Believe That I was Just A Kid when I watched, On My Birthday, My First PLL Episode.And This Feeling that Has Been Growing In Me Is so Overwhelming and Terrifying. We {Humans} Fear Tomorrow Because we dont appreciate The Unknown. So what is gonna be left when PLL ends. A sad Feeling? A Overwhelming Feeling? A Thing I Know For Sure Its The ending Of an era. Its The End Of Tuesday’s Nights Watching The Lives Of Aria Montgomery, Spencer Hastings, Hanna Marin, Emily Fields and Alison Dilaurentis getting more and More confusing. I Loved This Show A Lot Because There was Something In These Caracters That Enchanted Me So Much. My Favourite Is, Was and Will Always Be Little Miss Montgomery. I think I Liked Aria A Lot Due To Her Style, Likes and Because Lucy Hale Is A Pure sweet. Literally PLL Is The Show Of My Life and Even thought it became so sloppy, So Confusing and such a Walking Mess, I will Always Tell People To Watch Pretty Little Liars. Not Because Of The Story But For The Feminism and the power Of friendship that has Been, For Seven seasons, A Delightful Thing To Watch. PLL had Grown On Me, and I Cant believe It Will Actually Come To It’s End. I dont really Care Anymore about The plot holes. I Just want these Beautiful Ladies and Their Beautiful Caracters To End Up Happy and To Remain Friends. I Want to Belive That In Some Alternative Universe, PLL doesnt Die. Rosewood doesnt Loses His Mysteries. 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LOADING INFORMATION ON MAYDAY’S MAIN VOCAL SERENA MOON...
IDOL DETAILS
STAGENAME: N/A CURRENT AGE: 21 DEBUT AGE: 20 TRAINEE SINCE AGE: 16 COMPANY: MSG SECONDARY SKILL: N/A
IDOL PROFILE
NICKNAME(S): - 쎄레나 = sse “strong” rena, because she sometimes underestimates her strength and end up breaking things without meaning to - 세토벤 = a mixture between serena and beethoven, given to her by mayday fans after the unveiling of her piano skills INSPIRATION: serena cites diamant and royal-t as her main idols SPECIAL TALENTS:
can play any song on the piano after listening to it only once 
eating food without any sound whatsoever
NOTABLE FACTS:
born in london, england before her family relocated back to seoul just after her thirteenth birthday
serena has been accepted in the german school of music weimar in kangnam university, but have since deferred her acceptance, hoping that she would be given the permission to attend soon.
enjoys jazz and soul music despite playing predominantly classical music, her favourite musicians include: count basie, thelonious monk, etc. 
IDOL GOALS
SHORT-TERM GOALS:
to continue doing her part in furthering mayday’s popularity, using her voice to create interesting dimensions in the group’s whimsical sound. serena would like to bide her time and garner more popularity for the group, slowly but surely to ensure longevity. 
LONG-TERM GOALS:
after using her musicality to create depth in mayday’s pop sound serena would like to move into her own solo work, preferably with a soulful r&b vibe. she’d like to establish herself as a solo artist and achieve independent musicality as well as mainstream success. 
IDOL IMAGE
serena moon’s image came to msg entertainment like a vision.
she had traipsed on stage with the grace of a newborn deer, eyes wide and thoroughly in awe of every little thing, trembling slightly under the too-bright stage lights. her voice wasn’t made for such a huge stage ( granted, the competition venue was scarcely larger than the choir section in the korean church her family frequented in london ), and serena effectively hid behind the looming figure of the grand piano, her preferred place of comfort. but msg had saw her then, with her slow, accented voice and her occasionally sweet smile, they painted an image of your neighbourhood virtuoso: artistic, shy, and sweet. her soulful voice had been a happy coincidence, an added layer – they were convinced that they could extract the typical ‘girl-group’ sound from her before long.
it helped that she was a pretty teenager with naturally long limbs and a sufficiently tight waist.
they called her their little virtuoso, an intelligent edge to an otherwise pretty package. an innocent girl next door who sang like an angel that could tell you exactly why the chord progression of the song mimicked the feeling of falling while maintaining hope, and for the most part she had taken to the image with ease. it wasn’t too far from her own personality, of which she was lucky for she wasn’t that much of an actor. with the forming of the trainee group that became mayday, the company had instructed her to stay quiet, stay stereotypically innocent and thoughtful as was befitting of her ‘artistic’ image. the measured and contemplative frame of the group’s pretty picture.
( “they aren’t just pretty and sweet, they’re also intelligent! what a well-rounded group” )
how perfect was she! the hardworking not-so foreigner with the lovely voice and thoroughly flawless dancing, the image soon became a larger-than-life pair of shoes that she could never truly fit into. serena would lay awake at night, the stress of not fucking up and the threat of being cut down even before taking flight prevalent with every dream.
many who knew her would laugh a little under their breaths and said conspiratorially: ‘you’re lucky that you look so sweet and innocent!’, for they knew the truth. her personally had been far too rough around the edges, far too brash with her words and a little too cool to be part of the country’s new little fairies. being silent had ensured that her personality stayed secret, and with her little smiles the public might be lulled into the image of quiet dignity, the shy loveliness that might lay beneath.
what they didn’t know was that she stayed aware with her watchful eyes, smoked her cigarettes by the open window of the dorms as she tinkered with the keyboard in her room. dreaming up songs that she probably wont ever sing.
IDOL HISTORY
the concerto of serena moon in g minor 1st movement, vivace
joohyung “james” moon had been a businessman with big dreams in his mind. lee mihyang had fallen in love with him and had no choice but to follow him to the ends of the world. he had studied in london and brought her with him, believing in his prowess like a mantra he wont let go. he had promised her a charmed life: a little flat that would house their growing family in the middle of the city, a growing business that would gain their children entrance to elite schools and circles, a climb that was so far above the struggling lives of their countrymen – riddled with unfair advantages for the rich. in the western world, he had assured her, one could succeed with hard work and be accepted with open arms.
however, the tiny flat was on the outskirts of town, and business turned out to be a small grocery store nestled between rundown shops that hardly scream english refinement. but james stayed positive, and mihyang was blinded by love – thus resulted in four lovely bundles of joy: amelia, twins charlie and serena, and little oliver, rounding up the litter.
the children did not attend prestigious schools, for they had too many mouths to feed, but they flourished nonetheless, their childhood as happy as any.
serena moon was first placed in front of a piano when she was seven. the family was in a nondescript strip mall on a saturday afternoon with the children amusing themselves by the display of second-hand pianos for sale, while john and mihyang strayed towards the booth nearby. they halfway negotiating a deal for a used station wagon when they heard a bubble of laughter and a familiar voice singing out a tune of aladdin’s ‘a whole new world’ along a sufficiently simplified piano accompaniment.
“that’s cute, did you enrolled serena in piano lessons? is that where our money went the past few months?” “i didn’t… don’t they learn instruments in music classes at school?” “not piano, we bought all of them recorders for school last week.”
a pause, widened eyes. john and mihyang moon abandoned their negotiations and bought a rickety old piano instead, setting it in an already crowded corner of their flat. the little girl played whenever she had a moment to sit down for weeks to come, to the point that had her siblings rolling their eyes when the novelty ran out. mihyang took up a position as a receptionist in a nearby dentist’s office to send their little girl to a prestigious conservatory near the city centre. amelia had muttered to her little sister, not unkindly, that “it was good (she) found something that (she) did well, it wasn’t like (she) could get a scholarship for anything else anyway”. serena blinked and let the jab slip off of her like it was nothing – and dutifully took the tube down to the conservatory every tuesdays and thursdays.
2nd movement, andantino
by the time she was ten serena was considered impressive, but hardly the best.
the problem with being uncommonly gifted was that when the novelty wore off, there was hardly any merit left. at ten years old, she was playing circles around her same-aged counterparts but still falling behind the older, more experienced students. she loved playing the piano, that much was true, but it became evident that in her inquisitive mind that she loved the attention that her parents gave her because of it even more.
what she passionately loved even more was singing.
serena had asked her mother once, just out of curiosity, if she could perhaps join the vocal class in the conservatory along with her piano classes. her mother had looked at her with astonished eyes, as if she was unable to believe her ears, and asked if her younger daughter was feeling the least bit ill before coming into the conclusion that she only felt that way due to the lukewarm response to her latest recital. serena never asked again, but hid away in the spare rooms of the conservatory to play pop & jazz songs while singing along, for she was allowed hobbies and interests, wasn’t she?
on the eve of charlie and serena’s thirteenth birthday, the comfortable balance was soon disturbed. her father’s failure to provide for the family could no longer be ignored, and under the guise of dealing with sick relatives ( that amelia, now sixteen and a grown up who could understand grown up problems, had explained in hushed tones to her younger siblings ) the family was to return to seoul. so serena played one last mournful minuet on her first piano as her family packed up their belongings, their decade-and-a-half long existence in england fitting into eight suitcases and flew into a country the children hardly knew a thing about.
( perhaps it was fortunate then, that lee mihyang had insisted that the children spoke in full korean at home )
now seated in her uncle’s spare apartment in yongin district, serena stared, open-mouthed in wonder, at a group of beautiful girls singing about ‘being a genie for you boy’. she had asked her brother if she was pretty enough to be on television like them, charlie had replied: “it doesn’t matter, you sing better than the lot of them anyway.”
cadenza: a pause before the resolving chord
serena loves her twin brother so, one could not ask for a more supportive force. he was the one who took her to karaokes, letting her sing to her heart’s content – he was the one who linked her to korea’s wealth of underground artists. they would take the long way home after school, stopping by the buskers in hongdae and noting the various late-night shows by indie bands. they would sneak out after curfew by fifteen, slipping past the bouncers with their fake-ids that charlie got from a particularly wily classmate.
it was him who pointed at a particularly shiny poster for a singing competition, and strongly suggested that she might destroy the competition after a verse.
3rd movement, the minuet & trio, marcia moderato
serena moon joined the competition without telling her parents, and prepared a performance of haru haru by tashannie – a song she could sing perfectly with her eyes closed. so she practiced on her electric piano in her room, with the earphones plugged in, only humming in soft tones to the melody. on the day of the competition there was only charlie and oliver in support of the girl that went second-to-last. their parents would undoubtedly think that the whole thing was a farce, a ‘step-down’ from a prestigious career as a classical pianist educated by the royal british conservatory, and amelia, was far too much of a tattling bore to support something she shouldn’t.
but the whole business of keeping it all a secret was taken into question when serena won, against all odds – a surprise to everyone involved. the moon children, how utterly good their sister was even with the standards of industry bigwigs, and msg entertainment, of which the whole competition was sponsored by, that a scarcely vocally trained girl with an accent had blew the competition away. they were so impressed, in fact that along with the ₩1,000,000 prize money, she was to be offered a training contract with the famed entertainment agency.
there was no keeping it hidden now, and sensible charlie had explained it all to their parents. serena kept quiet, knowing full well that if they knew the extent of her preparedness to defy their orders anyway and fake their signatures for the contract no matter what, they’ll lock her up in her room with no way of escape. so with charlie’s smooth words, john moon and lee mihyang had no choice but to take the prize money and agreed to sign away their daughter into the system.
serena had cried with happiness at their assent.
soon after, she was whisked away to after school lessons in the company, finally receiving the vocal training she had so desperately wanted for year on end. the trainers had gone hard on her, only showing a moderately pleased expression at her raw talent once, before swiftly moving on. she needed to work on her breathing, so they sent her to swimming sessions at dawn every day, she needed to sustain with more power, so they sent her to the company gym to work on her core strength. the young girl was pliable, and so thoroughly willing to make all the changes that it was hard to reprimand her. serena had also been intensely trained in dance into exhaustion, her limbs barely making it up and down the stairs of the subway for her commute home every night. the natural progression of her training meant that she was going to be moved out of her parents home and into the trainee dorms, a common way for management to keep an eye on the their trainees’ individual character.
so she left her home at dawn one day, sending a text to her parents and siblings, and only receiving a reply from two out of five. the pretty little thing did not lament at the loss of interest from her parents, for they had three other children who had climbed gracefully into the prestigious space she had created. amelia at this point had been admitted to seoul university medical school, and their parents wasted no time in showering her the attention that she had so wanted since their childhood. serena did not mind, she was singing now and was praised for it, her trainers seemed to be more invested in her development than her family ever was. she must be grateful that anyone would care at all.
4th movement, allegro
mayday was a gift that she did not expect to receive.
after spending almost four years training with girls that came and went, serena slowly shared their desperation to debut. the old serena had been grateful for a place to sing, a place to create, no matter how hidden or secretive, but the new serena had started to seek the validation of strangers, started too wish for more moments on stage. she became most greedy, the way most trainees were, and the dangling promise of a debut had only made her all the more so.
her image was set from the very moment msg scouts had laid eyes on her, and in her eagerness to step into the spotlight she had forced herself into the role of the quiet artist. despite being one and not the other, serena had smiled through most interviews, letting her members speak for her – even when she wanted nothing more than to speak her mind. she became beloved by the fans for her beautiful voice ( still a little too dark a timbre for a typical girl group, but msg had not been named ‘experimental’ for nothing ) and her hardworking, quiet image.
sometimes, in an occasional fan-meeting or a particularly ‘unscripted’ v-live broadcast, the fans would get a swift glimpse of the girl she truly is: a carefree city-girl who took music lightly, and made decisions with her gut feeling above all else. they had praised her for being both light and dark, a mess of contradictions that make up a human– simplifying her complexities and branded her as their little ‘girl of reversals’: someone who looked quiet and soft on the outside, but was actually a nonchalant city girl on the inside. serena didn’t have the heart to correct them that the only thing sweet and soft about her was the way her smile looked under stage lights.
coda: an ending, unresolved
for now serena moon endures, for she still had a long way to go. a green leaf in years and in her career; only time could tell if she would shudder and rebel, or sink into the cartoonishly unattainable image of perfection.
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