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fific7 · 3 years

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Ticket to Ride - Part 2

Billy Russo x Reader

A/N: Inspired by The Beatles song of the same name. This takes place in my S1 Punisher AU with Arrogant!Billy in attendance, in which he gets a taste of his own medicine.

Warnings: 18+ NSFW due to sexual content, including oral, between consenting adults* in some chapters. Drinking and swearing.

*Irl, please don’t go wild in the country without protection.

(My photo edit)

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𝕊𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕒𝕚𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕝𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕓𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕕𝕠𝕨𝕟, 𝕪𝕖𝕒𝕙

𝕊𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕟𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕓𝕖 𝕗𝕣𝕖𝕖 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕀 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕒𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕕

𝕊𝕙𝕖'𝕤 𝕘𝕠𝕥 𝕒 𝕥𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕣𝕚𝕕𝕖

𝕊𝕙𝕖'𝕤 𝕘𝕠𝕥 𝕒 𝕥𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕣𝕚𝕕𝕖 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕤𝕙𝕖 𝕕𝕠𝕟'𝕥 𝕔𝕒𝕣𝕖

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The aircraft door opened and you stepped out gratefully onto the air jetty. You weren’t scared of flying, you just didn’t like being cooped up in a flying tube for several hours on end. Up an escalator and along a short corridor and then you were able to see outside through the floor-to-ceiling windows. The sky was beginning to shade into the colours it would take on for dusk. It looked like it had been a nice day and you hoped the good weather would continue for your stay.

Karen had texted you while you were sitting on the plane at JFK, waiting for it to push back. Frank had told her that Micro had tracked your phone to the airport so boy, were you glad you’d turned off your old phone and switched to the new one when you did. She’d also told you that Billy had asked him to find out where you were headed, and your heart sank. You knew it wouldn’t take long for Micro’s vast and nerdy computer skills to find you but then again, London was a huge city and they’d have no idea whereabouts in it you’d gone to ground, thanks to your new ‘burner phone’.

You were feeling super-excited. This was beginning to feel like an action movie, with you on the run from the bad guys.

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“London??!!” Billy shouted, making Frank quickly move his phone away from his ear on the other end. “Yeah, London,” he replied.

Billy was back at his usual post by the window. “I mean... obviously I knew she was gonna fly somewhere but I thought it would the West coast, Miami, Seattle, Alaska... somewhere like that. But to go to a whole other continent....!!!!” Frank sighed, “Yeah, Bill, sounds like she’s really not keen to bump into you anytime soon.” “Yeah, thanks for remindin’ me.” “Bill, you brought this on yourself, buddy.” “I know!” yelled Billy, “An’ all I wanna do is get her back and make it up to her for the rest of my life, and all I know is she’s in London! Do you know how big that place is?” “Yeah, I do. And t’be honest... I dunno how you’re gonna even try to find her over there.”

There was a silence on the other end of the phone. “I mean...” Frank continued, “I’m guessin’ you are gonna go over there and try to find her, Bill?”

Billy’s shoulder twitched upwards briefly, and he stared intently out the window at the New York skyline.

“Yeah, Frankie... yeah, I damn well am.”

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You’d left two of your big suitcases and the backpacks in a luggage storage facility at JFK, travelling with just the one suitcase and a large shoulder bag. You took the overground Heathrow Express to Paddington before negotiating a change onto the Tube to reach Tower Hill DLR station, boarding one of the driverless trains out to Canary Wharf. Settling back into your seat, feeling pretty proud of yourself for managing not to get hopelessly lost.

Your AirBnB apartment was in a part of the city called Docklands, beside the Thames on the Isle of Dogs. It was an area of shiny skyscraper offices and fancy apartment blocks built round the old docks, and your accommodation for the next two weeks was in one of those. You were suitably impressed when you got inside it... open plan, all trendy furniture and gleaming fittings. Big, big windows with views of the river and the tall buildings.

Your phone chimed and you saw a text from Karen on your notifications. Taking your suitcase and bag into the bedroom, you went back out to the main area and sat on the sofa to read it. Oh. Billy now knew you were in London, and had apparently booked a flight over - he’d be arriving tomorrow. Your heart rate sped up; Billy was a sniper, used to finding, stalking, watching his prey. But, you told yourself, he had no idea whereabouts in the city you were and no way of finding you.

Relax.

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Billy stepped off the Heathrow Express, looking around for signs indicating where the taxi rank was. He’d been looking at the Tube map during the train journey. Nah, fuck that.

He was too wired to even think about getting to London Bridge on the Underground, or ‘Tube’ as he found out Londoners called it. His brain had been working overtime trying to figure out how the hell he was going to find her in a city the size of London. She’d stay central, surely - she wouldn’t head to the suburbs, he felt confident of that.

Getting into the first taxi in the queue, he drawled out, “The Shard, please.” The taxi driver nodded and pulled away from the station without saying anything. Thank fuck, thought Billy, I can’t be dealing with a talker right now. But just as the thought had left his head, the driver’s London accent said, “First time in London, guv?” Billy sighed, “No. No, it isn’t.” In fact it was, but he wasn’t about to tell the driver that. He’d only end up getting taken on the ‘scenic route’, double the time, double the price.

The driver grunted and turned up the radio... really annoying music could now be heard but Billy would take that over inane small talk any day. He looked out of the windows at the city streets and his mind went back to his mission. Mission impossible. Finally he saw the river and the taxi crossed a wide bridge before pulling up outside the lofty skyscraper that was The Shard. According to the blurb he’d read on some travel website it was the tallest in Western Europe, and while there were taller buildings in New York, the shape of this one made it look quite dramatic.

He paid and got out of the taxi with his expensive wheeled duffel bag, heading to the Shangri La entrance of The Shard and going inside. (It’s one of the priciest hotels in London - of course). Checked in at reception on the 35th floor, he was then whisked up to his room on the 52nd by another express lift. The windows were huge and the views spectacular.

Once again, he was gazing out of a window at a cityscape.

Where is she?

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Your first full day, you occupied yourself with getting to know the surrounding area, doing some grocery shopping and sitting on your large balcony, enjoying the view and relaxing with a glass of wine.

Every time a plane went overhead you wondered if Billy was on it - he was due here today. You shook yourself a little, you’d just have to stop thinking about it. He wouldn’t find you.

Your mind wandered unbidden to his recent behaviour. Knowing Billy was a player from day one, you’d still got involved with him. More fool you. Another old cliché.... you thought you’d be the one to change him. And you thought you had. You’d dated him for a few months, he seemed to have ditched his old hound-dog ways and when he’d asked you to move in with him, you’d agreed without thinking it over too deeply.

Now, looking back, it seems like you’d made a big mistake.

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Micro had spent quite some time constructing a query table that he could run against accommodation reservations in London for her arrival day. She had no reason to book under another name and he’d just have to run with that assumption.

When Billy had come directly to him instead of going via Frank to ask that he try and track down her reservation, Micro had been too scared to refuse. Billy still really unsettled him - he always reminded him of a circling predator.

This query would take a while to run. He hit the go button and wandered off to work on another project while it tunnelled its way through layer upon layer of data.

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Billy was pacing his swanky hotel room like a caged panther. He’d given up on the idea of roaming the streets of London trying to spot his target, that was just one dumbass idea. He’d never find her that way, much better to just wait on that geeky twat to come up with the answer with his internet wizardry.

He’d spoken to Frank earlier, who had nothing new to report. Billy wouldn’t allow himself to feel guilty at cutting him out of the loop on his recent ask to Micro. He wasn’t stupid enough to believe that Frank wouldn’t mention it to Karen. Much as he loved him like a brother, Frank was a big sap when it came to Karen and he knew he’d give in and tell her, probably sooner rather than later.

However Frank had told him that Madani had called earlier that day, wanting to know where Billy was and why she couldn’t get in touch with him. Billy had figured out that his girl had got herself a new phone, and he’d followed suit. Which is why Dinah hadn’t been able to reach him. “Whaddya tell her?”he’d asked. “That you were on an overseas operation and were incommunicado.” “Good,” nodded Billy, “....that takes care of that little problem for a while at least,” feeling a sense of relief.

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Frank cut the call, a grim smile on his face. He hadn’t been completely straight with Billy, but it was for his own good. What he’d told Madani, however, had been the unadulterated gospel truth.

He’d said to her that Billy had hared off to Europe in pursuit of his live-in girlfriend, who’d suspected him of cheating on her and left him. He was absolutely determined to get her back.

He’d taken great satisfaction in the dead silence on the other end of the line, eventually punctuated by an angry snort and the call being abruptly ended.

That ‘little problem’ was hopefully taken care of for good.

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Micro looked at his phone as it beeped at him, the notification saying that his query was complete. That had taken much longer than he thought it would. Now he could only hope it hadn’t returned too many matches as he’d thought it prudent to run it on surname only.

He pulled up the results table and was pleased to see that there were only a thousand or so, he’d feared there would be many more. He scrolled through the list and quickly pinpointed the one he’d been looking for.

With a deep sigh he picked up his phone, typed “Wood Wharf, Water St, London E14”, a building and apartment number into a new message, then hit send. It would be the early hours of the following morning in London, so he very much doubted that Billy would leap out of bed and head right over there.

He finished eating his supper, drank a beer and settled down to watch TV when his conscience started bothering him. Should he? He shivered when he thought about what Russo might do to him if he found out.

Popping another bottle of beer open, he sat and contemplated what he should do for quite a while. He suddenly picked up his phone, sending a quick text to Frank telling him about the whole situation and including the fact that Russo now had her London address.

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While you were lounging on your balcony, sipping your wine and watching the world go by, it suddenly occurred to you that this would be a great base to work out of for a while. You messaged the estate agent and extended your stay to one month, with an option to extend if required.

Then, on a whim, you booked a flight to Barcelona early the next morning from City Airport - it was really close to your apartment even if the flights were a bit more expensive. You’d been doing a little research into other destinations to explore, and having a base in London to travel to and from made you feel much more comfortable. The W Barcelona had caught your eye while you’d been browsing for accommodation and as you were only going for a few nights, you’d booked in there.

Feeling extremely pleased with yourself, you got up and went into your bedroom, looking for a folded-up smaller travel bag you knew you’d packed in your luggage. Finding it, you began to choose some outfits for your short trip, thinking what a joy it was that you could now leave your large suitcase here.

But damn, you were going to have to be up early tomorrow. Best to get an early night, you thought, immediately yawning.

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Billy shot up in bed as his phone chimed with Micro’s text. When he read the information in the text, contrary to Micro’s belief he did leap out of bed and started pulling on his clothes (Micro had forgotten that this was an ex-Marine he was dealing with here).

He sat back down on the bed and googled the location. Oh okay, East London.... Docklands. Too far to walk and he didn’t think the Tube ran at this hour. Then he pulled up the Uber app and booked an immediate pick-up.

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Walking into the terminal building at City Airport, you were in the middle of a total yawning fit when a text came in. It was from Karen and you stopped, putting down your bag so you could read it.

Karen: Sorry to tell you this hon, but Billy went direct to Micro 🙄 and intimidated him into finding your London accom. Frank’s told him not to do that again no matter how much he’s shitting himself! Please take care of yourself 💋

You: Bastard 👿 thanks for the heads-up, I will do 😘

Picking your bags up again, you hurried over to one of the automated check-in machines to get your luggage tag.

Whoever had said ‘timing is everything’ had definitely got that right.

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“Oi!!!” yelled an irate male voice. Billy turned his head to see a groggy-looking tousle-haired guy, obviously just having been woken up. “Keep the noise down!”

Billy said nothing, just gave the guy his death stare. His head quickly disappeared back inside his apartment.

After pressing the buttons of a few apartment numbers at the main entrance, someone had buzzed him in and he’d been pounding on her apartment door for the last five minutes. But there was no response, and he knew she wasn’t that heavy a sleeper.

He slid tiredly down onto the floor outside her door. Had she somehow known he was on his way over here? No.... how would she know that?

His head dropped down in momentary defeat and he ran his fingers through his hair, groaning.

She hadn’t moved on already, had she?

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The plane lifted off the tarmac, and immediately you felt a huge sense of relief. You just weren’t ready to see Billy right now - you’d probably kill him if you did, ex-Marine or not.

Now you were off on your next adventure.

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theglitterypages · 3 years

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Title: Secret Life of Levi Ackerman Part 2

Read Part 1 here👇🏻👇🏻

Pairings: Levi x fem! Reader

Summary: Levi revealed that he has a wife and they took his squad in his home so they could rest but as they prepared themselves to leave there's a news...is it a good one or a bad one?

Warning: A little bit of 18+

Word Count: 1000+

A/N: There will be errors ahead so bear with me guys, I will edit it soon once I have the time.

Ps: Photo not mine. Original Link for the photo👇🏻👇🏻👇🏻

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It's already night and Levi already told the teens to sleep on the extra rooms, fortunately there are two extra rooms, the girls slept together and the boys are in one room. When Levi entered the room he immediately locked it, you were sat on the bed while a book is in your hands, you looked up at him with a small smile before closing the book and placing it on the table nearby.

“Let's sleep, love.” you whispered at him as you pat your lap, Levi immediately knew what to do then, he rested his head on your lap while you comb his hair gently using your fingers. “I miss you.” he whispered with his eyes closed, he stopped your hand from combing his hair, he kissed the back of it before he opened his eyes. “I love you, sorry if this marriage seems unfair to you.” he caressed your knuckles gently, his eyes still fixated on yours.

Levi can be an insecure man, and at this moment he's insecure that he couldn't stay with his wife but he knew he has duties that's why he's also doing his best to fight and eliminate the titans because once this war is finished he can finally rest with you, be a man who stays beside his wife.

“Levi can you please stop saying sorry? I wanted this marriage because I love you.”

“I love you more.”

He sat up and pressed his forehead on yours as he cupped your face, “No matter where I go, I would always come back to you. You will always be my home and my rest.” you melted in his touch, your eyes are closed as you feel his breath fanning on your face.

And in one swift movement his lips crashed against yours, it was a gentle kiss, Levi's arm went around you as he leaned you into the pillows, gently laying you down as he settled himself on top of you.

You moaned softly and he smiled against your lips, when it was time to pull away to breathe, he was smirking down at you. “You would have to stay quiet my love, we can't let the kids head what's going on.” he took off his clothes before he started removing yours.

And when he was done he attacked your lips once more as his hands traveled all over your body.

Two became one again on that night.

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“Thank you for letting us stay, I just want to tell you that we loved your food.” Hanji complimented as she pulled you into a hug, “We really want to spend more time in here but we have to go, take care.” she whispered before pulling away from you, “Thanks Hanji, please watch Levi for me too. Make sure that there are no girls around.” you joked and Hanji laughed as she clutched onto her stomach.

“Don't worry, girls are too scared of him to flirt with him and it's obvious that he's so in love with you, no need to panic Mrs. Ackerman.” she smirked.

Your eyes settled then at the teens smiling at you, “Please come back here too if you guys have free time. I'd love to cook for you guys especially you, Armin.” Armin's eyes shot up and he blushed immediately, you don't have any idea why you're fond of the teen that fast but maybe it is because he looks like a baby, Levi suddenly cleared his throat as he snaked his arms around your waist. “You've been silently screaming my names last night and here you are acting all lovely in front of the kids, damn...I love you.” he whispered as he pressed a kiss on your temple.

“Thank you Miss YN.” the teens said in unison.

You faced Levi and combed his hair using your fingers, “No matter what happens, come home to me...alright?” He smiled and nodded as he held your hand tightly, “I would always come home, I promise.” that was all that you need to hear, you stood on your toes and kissed his cheek, wanting to keep it innocent in front of the kids.

“We'll be waiting for you. Take care, my love.”

Levi immediately frowned, confusion was evident in his face as he heard you, “We? W-what do you...what do you mean?” he whispered underneath his breath as he held your hand tighter, you looked down at your hands with a smile, you caress his rough hand before looking up back at him.

“I'm pregnant.”

It was loud enough for everyone to hear and Jean, Connie, Eren, Mikasa and Armin was in complete awe when Levi froze in his position before his knees slowly gave up, it was a good thing that you were holding Levi's hands or else it would've been a bad fall.

“I—I don't...damn y-you're pregnant? I—I will be a father...wait..wait..love is this...is this a joke?”

You laughed out loud and cupped his face before leaning in to kiss him on his lips quickly, “I'm pregnant and yes, you're a father now, Captain Levi.” Levi's heart rate sped up as realization hits him, he chuckled to himself before standing up, he wrapped his arms arouns you and lifted you off the ground.

“Thank you, you don't know what I'm feeling right now. I love you so much.”

You tapped his shoulder as you giggled, “Lev, there are kids and you guys should go.” Levi put you down and he gently kissed your forehead, he couldn't find the words to say how thankful he is right now, he's happy, actually, saying that he's happy is an understatement, before he met you he never thought that he could be a father but now, what seems impossible to him became possible because of you.

“I can't leave my pregnant wife alone.” he whispered.

“I'm sorry to tell you this but your wife is a skilled fighter too and I can handle myself Lev, these kids need you. You can come home this weekend, our baby and I can wait. But now, you gotta go. This is why I didn't tell you last night, I knew you so damn well that I could predict what's going on in that head.” Levi looked down before flicking his eyes towards the squad. Hanji just gave him a thumbs up, telling him that she's ready to accept whatever his decision would be.

And when his gaze landed back at you he smiled, “I will be home, I promise.” he knelt down and kissed your tummy before whispering, “Unborn brat, don't give your mother a hard time. I will be home by the weekend so wait patiently and don't stress my dear wife.” You giggled as you ran your hand through his hair.

“Lev, you gotta go.”

“Fine...I'll talk to Erwin and asked him if I can have more time to stay here.”

“No, it's fine. Save those day offs once my due is near that is when I would need you most but for now...you can go.” you kissed him again before hugging him tight, “When things get hard just think of me, I would always have your back, my love.” Levi wrapped his arms around you as he sighed in contentment, this is peace for him, having you in his arms is his peace.

A small smile made its way across Mikasa's lips as she stared at you and Levi, you two seemed to be an interesting pair, one is impatient while the other one is too serious but despite of all those obvious differences you and Levi looks so in love, she would want to find someone who can be with her like this.

Hanji smiled at the sight, this is a side of Levi that she never expected to witness yet it's refreshing to see, this scenario is breathe of fresh air and seeing you and Levi smile is somehow comforting because she can see that amidst of the war there's hope coming.

“I love you, wait for me.”

“I will, take care my love.”

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headoverheelsforramsey · 3 years

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Hey hey hey! Here are this week's newlywed questions! So excited!

Note: Once again, this week’s round focuses on photos! Dialogue is entirely optional, though for some of these, it’d be fun to know the story behind the pictures ;) Tumblr mobile only allows 10 picture uploads (there are 10 questions), so collages are highly encouraged! Otherwise, the non-beta version of Tumblr desktop will allow more than ten.

Have fun!

For MC

Favorite childhood photo of Ethan

What’s your phone wallpaper image?

Contact name and photo for Ethan

Top three photo results when you Google Ethan

First picture of or with him that you uploaded to social media

For Ethan

Favorite childhood photo of your spouse

What’s your phone wallpaper image?

Contact name and photo for your spouse

Top three photo results when you Google your spouse

First picture you ever took of or with your spouse

*Credit to the anon who sent me the first three questions!

Hi Bree! These questions were so fun to answer, I loved it! 🤩 Thank you for sending these to me! 💖

P.S. : Ignore my mediocre editing skills, I tried my best! 😬

So lezz go!

FOR MEERA

Favorite childhood photo of Ethan

Meera : Ooh! Starting with a bang!

Ethan : No, Meera. Bree said favourite not embarrassing.

Meera : What if the embarrassing one is my favourite?

Ethan (with a snug face) : Fine then, I have ammunitions too.

Meera : You do?

Ethan (nods)

Meera (thinks for a moment) : Fine, so can we call it truce that no embarrassing pictures this round? (extends hand)

Ethan (shakes hand) : Sure Dr. Ramsey-Bose.

Meera : After the infamous CPR pic, this has to be my favourite. Look at this kid. Isn't he adorable? 🥺 You were always a dog person, no doubt we are soulmates.

Ethan : That's Tito. He was the pet to an elderly couple that lived accross the street from us. He was a very good boy.

What’s your phone wallpaper image?

Meera : This picture from our wedding is one of my favourite.

Ethan : Mine too.

Contact name and photo for Ethan

Meera : He didn't allow the 🥵 emoji so I bargained it for the 🔥 one.

Ethan : I neither understand the purpose nor importance of this.

Meera : Try being a millenial to understand babe.

Top three photo results when you Google Ethan

Meera (chuckles) : Remember the first time you did this for the pictagram profile.

Ethan : I said this that day, I'll say it again, the internet is a scary place.

Ethan : Officially off the market? What even is that?

Meera (not being able to stop laughing) : You look so cute when flustered.

Ethan rolls eyes

Meera : Okay this is the article from when you announced on national television that you are not single. And the rest two are your recent achievements.

Ethan : Yes but how is something from four years back still the top result?

Meera : You did break almost a million hearts that day.

Ethan (a huge grin on his face) : Damn. Bad luck, I am stuck with you.

First picture of or with him that you uploaded to social media

Meera : Oh my my I have to scroll waayyy back for that.

Ethan (looks at Meera's screen as she scrolls) : Howcome there are more pictures of me on your profile than yours?

Meera : Because you are hotter and more famous and that gives me much more likes and followers.

Ethan (shakes head) : Kids these days.

Meera : So, a little backstory. Dr. Ramsey kissed me infront of the entire hospital on the day of the Gala. But then didn't want to make our relationship public. I agreed because everyone was not in a right mindspace with the hospital closing and losing jobs.

Ethan : We were also figuring things out since we no longer would be working in the same place.

Meera : Then the hospital got saved and everything went back to normal. But he still didn't want to make it public. Next he wanted to take me for a getaway before the hospital opened after the remodeling. So I told him that I had to make it public now.

Ethan : As far as I remember, you ordered.

Meera : Yes I did. You tell me Bree what was I gonna tell my roommates? That I am going away for a romantic getaway with my BOSS? So I had to make it public a week before we left with this post. And all my friends and acquaintances literally roasted us alive in the comments. (facepalms)

Ethan : In my defense, how was I suppose to know that every single person knew?

Meera : You weren't quite subtle about it babe.

Ethan : But at the end it all paid off. (kisses Meera)

FOR ETHAN

Favorite childhood photo of your spouse

Meera : Remember no embarrassing ones.

Ethan : I got you, love.

(just breaking character here to say this is me lol 🙈)

Meera : Oh my God! How did you even get this?

Ethan : Maa (Meera's mom) sent this.

Meera : This was at my uncle's wedding. I was what? Four.

Ethan : and the cutest four year old.

What’s your phone wallpaper image?

Ethan : One from our Indian Wedding, where she looked like a queen.

Meera : I LOVE this picture!

Contact name and photo for your spouse

Meera (sighs) : Gonna be something boring for sure.

Meera : Okay Ramsey, I see you played well. Now what about adding a 🥵 emoji beside the purple heart?

Ethan : I'll delete the picture and the heart if you try to bring me to put one of those faces.

Meera : Okay, okay, I hear you. Better be happy with what you have!

Top three photo results when you Google your spouse

Meera : Am I even famous enough to be Google searched?

Ethan : Ofcourse you are, darling!

Meera (chuckles) : Yeah I am, after marrying you.

Ethan : That's not true see this one is about you heading the DT.

Meera : And the other ones are about our wedding and honeymoon respectively.

Ethan : Don't worry you will recieve all the recognition and love within a few years, I promise. (kisses her forehead)

Meera : With a husband and mentor like this, ofcourse I will.

First picture you ever took of or with your spouse

Meera : Shit! Why can't I remember this?

Ethan silently pulls out the picture.

Meera : Oh yes this was in Miami, with Ines!

Ethan : Absolutely correct.

Meera : Now I remember. I was too afraid to ask you for a photo so Ines made you click one of us. And look at you know, my designated photographer for life!

Ethan (grins) : Can't say, I don't enjoy capturing your beauty.

Meera : Aww!

(they kiss)

Phew! Another week done! Thank you Bree for this once again! 💖 @jamespotterthefirst @messrprongs

A/N : I realised after creating the social media post that @gryffindordaughterofathena had used the same photo. But she gave me a green light to post mine so thank you Dri! 🤗

Tagging my usual : @starrystarrytrouble @mm2305 @charisworld @choicesfanaf @potionsprefect @genevievemd @shanzay44 @little-flowers-on-heaven @schnitzelbutterfingers @coffeeheartaddict @gryffindordaughterofathena @chemist-ana @adiehardfan @custaroonie @ireneadlerisseggsy @takemyopenheart @natureblooms24 @mainstreetreader @izzyourresidentlawyer @a-crepusculo @quixoticdreamer16 @starryeyedrookie @barbean

Please let me know if you want to be added or removed. Also if you want to sit out only the answers to the newlyweds game then hit me up too. There will be no hard feelings I promise! 💜

#newlyweds game with your host bree #queen bree supremacy!#ethan x meera

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the28thofseptemberr · 3 years

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helloooo!! i didn't do a fic rec last month because i was so busy with my exams and barely had time to read, so this month's post is going to comprise of mostly fics i've read in june but also some i've read in may.

thank you to all of the incredible writers, please go support them!! and remember to read all of the tags and possible warnings before reading the fic! here is the list of fics (mostly below the cut):

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•° — led by your beating heart by @missandrogyny 29.4k | E | famous harry/non-famous louis

Nick leans over. "Oh," he says, his voice smug. "Who is that?"

Harry just blinks at his phone. "Um," he manages to stammer out.

"Who's that, Harry?" Nick asks again, but this time he raises his eyebrows and smirks. Harry knows Nick is just teasing, and that he's not really looking for new Harry Styles gossip, but, um. He might have found something. Accidentally.

Harry opens his mouth to speak, but all that comes out is another 'um'. He really needs to work on translating his thoughts into words. But then it probably wouldn't be any help right now, would it? His mind is as blank as a newly erased etch-a-sketch.

"Oh," Nick says again, this time gleefully, seemingly having picked up on Harry's distress. "Looks like we've got a story here! Are you going to call or delete her number?"

Her number. So Nick thinks it's a girl. Well, Harry can't blame him: 'Lou' is kind of an androgynous nickname. His stylist's name is Lou.

But this Lou, well, Louis, he's kind of, really, really not a girl. He's really pretty though, which, is something.

(Or: AU where Harry's in One Direction, Louis isn't, and they reconnect over a game of 'Call or Delete'.)

note: this was so funny and cute and well written, and everyone was characterized so perfectly!! i adored the chemistry between louis and harry, this fic kept me smiling for the whole time while i was reading <3

•° — sounds like love to me by @neondiamond 14.6k | G | kid fic

“Do you want to hear the heartbeat?”

Louis watches as Harry’s face falls with the realization that this is one of those things he won’t be able to experience. For a second, Louis considers saying no, to show Harry they’re truly on the same boat through all of this. But he nods in the end, reaching over for Harry’s hand as the doctor flips a switch. Noise fills the room then, and it takes a few seconds for the sound to become clear enough for Louis to make out the baby’s fast heartbeat.

“It’s really fast,” he voices his thoughts out loud as he uses his thumb to tap against the back of Harry’s hand, replicating the rapid rhythm of the baby’s heartbeat. It takes the younger man a little while to figure out what Louis’ doing, but a huge grin breaks out on his face as soon as he does.

“Is that them?” He signs with the other hand, his own eyes starting to tear up when Louis nods.

OR: Harry is deaf, Louis is pregnant. They figure it out.

note: i'm not a fan of mpreg or kid fics in general, but i stumbled across the fic post for this on my dash and the summary sounded really intriguing to me, so i had a go at reading and it did not disappoint!! it was really sweet and fluffy but also so touching and heartbreaking in some parts. plus, i really enjoyed how harry and louis worked together and supported each other.

•° — this restless dream by @afirethatcannotdie 5.6k | NR | first meetings

“Hiii, I called earlier about the dogs?” he asks, taking a few steps closer to the desk where Louis is standing. He’s taller than Louis, with a dimple when he smiles and bright green eyes. There's a cute eagerness about his whole presence. “Do you have any puppies?” He’s a bit like a puppy himself, actually.

AU. Louis works at an animal shelter and Harry wants a puppy. Things don't go quite according to plan.

note: this was so so adorable and soft, especially since i have a soft spot for h&l with pets. i also have a soft spot for h&l being oblivious lovesick idiots and this was perfect!!

•° — all i see is you, lately by @runaway-train-works 2k | G | first meetings

Harry noticed him for the first time three months ago. He couldn’t not, really, what with the man being so pretty and all, and Harry remembers it well because it was three days before his birthday and he had joked to himself that seeing someone so gorgeous for three days on the trot must be an early present from the Gods.

The one where Harry has a crush on a fellow commuter.

note: this one was quite short but so sweet and perfect and lovely!!

•° — the things i'd do to wake up next to you by orphan_account 36.1k | M | amnesia fic

AU. Harry wakes up to a pregnant Louis Tomlinson and a wedding band on his finger.

note: this fic was incredible, i'm always up for an amnesia fic and this one was heart-breaking and realistic but also sweet and fluffy as well :)

•° — this glorious mess by theweightofmywords 14.2k | M | post-breakup

His head lolls to the side, and his eyes float open to focus on what used to be his bedside table.

It’s empty now, devoid of the framed photo of the two of them. And Louis knows that he has no right to feel hurt, but somehow, this only confirms what this really is.

“This is the last time,” he cries, his voice breaking both from pleasure and pain.

“I know, baby,” Harry breathes, burying his face in Louis neck.

note: this is the third mpreg-centric fic i've read this month and... i don't even like mpreg?? but god the premise of this fic intrigued me so much, and it was lovely and emotional and beautifully written.

•° — BLAH BLAH BLAH there's a moment you know (you're f*cked) by @mercurial-madhouse 3.2k | M | spy au

Anyone impulsive enough to betray their country is either foolish or overly-confident. Louis’s too cunning for the former. So his inflated ego tips precariously close to the edge between pride and hubris. In sum: He may be an expert, (as proven by the .32-cal Beretta Alleycat Harry found strapped to his back) but ex-agent Louis Tomlinson will explode like a busted bullet misfiring in a broken gunbarrel if Harry can find his trigger.

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Or, the spy AU in which Harry thinks he's prepared to meet Louis only to find he's not.

note: the banter and tension in this fic was so good and so fun!! i need moreee

•° — every lonely place by @ham-palpert 38k | E | time travel/alternate lives fic

Facing the fact that he’s been prioritizing his career over his relationship, Harry proposes to his longtime boyfriend Louis on a whim. But when yet another work emergency takes precedence over their plans, Louis decides he’s had enough. Harry goes to bed drunk and alone, and when he wakes, he finds himself in an entirely different world. Over and over again, Harry visits a lifetime he’s once lived, across time and dimensions. And wherever there’s a Harry Styles, there’s a Louis Tomlinson.

note: this was such a unique fic! and such an emotional one too, love the message it sends and the character arc and development was so good

•° — tick-tock by bubblegumclouds 6k | G | soulmate au

When Louis was born to Jay Tomlinson with a tiny 2 years on his clock, it starts the most beautiful love story. Even if things are missed, fate finds a way to make it work.

note: this was just so, so cute and fluffy and sweet! i loved it

•° — baby baby, you're a caramel macchiato by @missandrogyny 3.2k | T | coffee shop au

So, yeah, Harry doesn't think it's that far of a stretch to call himself a good barista. There are some particularly bad ones, and some particularly good ones, and, with his work ethic, his skill, and his charm, he'd probably be lumped in with the latter group.

note: this was so lovely, and i especially really loved the little section talking about louis' name and how it suits him!

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•° — one shines brighter by @afirethatcannotdie 11.8k | T | wedding fic

“Hi, baby. You doing anything fun today?” Harry shrugs. “Dunno. Thought I’d see how I was feeling before making any plans.” “You wanna get married?” Louis asks. Harry’s face breaks into a smile, and he nods. Louis’ lips are just brushing Harry’s when Gemma appears in the hallway. “You two are in so much trouble.” Harry's wedding was never supposed to be the happiest day of his life. No, that was going to be the day after, when he finally got to start his marriage. Unfortunately his family (and Louis) have other ideas.

Featuring a pair of moms who only want the best for their kids, meddling sisters with too much time on their hands, and a groom who gets caught up in the fairytale.

note: i adore this fic!! it's so so so adorable and so soft and well written, and you can feel how in love h&l are with each other. so so good!

my own fics

•° — under your bed in new york 33.4k | T | exes to lovers

"We know you're still in love with Harry."

Louis' nostrils flared up. "I'm not—"

"Louis."

"I'm not!"

there are many things louis likes to tell himself. we broke up for a reason. it's been so many years. and of course, the classic: i’ve definitely moved on from him. but when he suddenly finds harry back in his life after three years, louis realizes he might be a little less moved on than he thought.

au; spilling coffee onto an ex, being set up on dates, and having a nosy puppy might be all louis needs to find love again

note: i didn't actually write or publish this one this month, but i did edit, revamp and make a fic post for it this month so i thought i'd put it in here anyway. reblog the fic post here!

#28th appreciation #tracksintheam #trackinghome #hl source #1d source #fic rec #my fic rec #2021 recs #fic list #june rec #june 2021 rec #*#sched

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nbrook29 · 3 years

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99 🖤🖤

Hello there! You’re officially my last dialogue prompt 🤩 I’m sorry this took so long, anon, I hope you’re gonna like it at least a little 🤓

I don’t take prompts for this challenge anymore. Just wanted to put that out there 😇 There are so many amazing ones on that list, but as of now I have 3 WIPs and one additional one in the works and I’d like to finish them before wtfock ends 😅

Anywho, here you go!

99. “I don’t think I’ve ever played spin the bottle.”

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Robbe is going to kill Moyo.

In fact, he's going to kill all three of his so-called friends because none of them protested when Moyo, tipsy and on his way to drunk, announced that this party sucked and was in dire need of some spice.

He wishes he had listened to his past self and stayed home just like he had originally planned. It was supposed to be a quiet night in, editing videos or maybe spent in bed rewatching Romeo and Juliet in peace with no broers around to mock his movie choice while stuffing his face with onion chips and pretending the movie does not make him emotional, no sir. The wetness in his eyes must be sweat, not tears.

Then, after the movie would have ended, his sulking levels high, it would be time for his favorite activity of recent - daydreaming about reality in which he actually had the fucking guts to make a proper move instead of turning red everytime a certain someone was in his close proximity; smiling at him with that perfect sweet lovely smile that turned his already gorgeous features so much more beautiful that Robbe could weep.

And doesn’t that sound like a magnificent evening?

It may sound kinda lame, Robbe is a man enough to admit that, but the prospect of spending the night watching his friends salivating over girls they can’t get being the alternative wouldn't be particularly alluring to anyone, he guesses. Especially since he never partakes in that salivating part himself, instead chugging one beer after another and playing his designated role of a wallflower.

Story of his life.

The whole thing just plain sucks, because it’s not like his friends aren’t well aware of the fact that Robbe’s interests lie elsewhere and that he’s usually bored out of his mind at those parties. But when there’s at least a semi-attractive girl around them they don’t care about anything else but getting her number and Robbe’s not exactly their priority then. In fact, he could well enough not be there at all and it wouldn’t make much difference. It happens every time they drag him along to those parties and every time he just stands there, rolling his eyes on their embarrassing attempts of flirting.

Not like he’s the master of flirting himself, but even he’s not capable of stooping as low as they usually do.

This time, he reluctantly agreed to come to this one, against his better judgement, after Jens bugged him about it for their entire biology class, trying to convince him it was going to be more of a small gathering rather than a party. And frankly speaking, he did that just to make him shut up so mrs Jansen stopped glaring at him. Like he was the one running his mouth.

Once Robbe said the magic words “I’ll be there” there was no way of getting out of it. Still, his plan was to come by for an hour or two to get the broers of his back, drink a few beers, talk to Jana maybe, and then quietly leave when everyone would be too drunk and too busy tonguing at each other's tonsils to notice he's gone.

But to his surprise, the party turned out not to be the typical banger they usually attended. It wasn’t even that bad and he was kinda having fun since he wasn't forced to play the guys' sidekick-gay-friend this time around and instead was dragged by Zoe to the kitchen to drink shots with her, Jana and Luca right after he arrived.

However, parties are not really his scene in general so when it started getting really late he finished his last Buttery Nipple shot composed by Luca (don’t ask) and was just about to make an apologetic face at the girls and say his goodbyes.

But then Noor and Brit arrived.

With him.

And Robbe almost swallowed his tongue.

Nobody should have the right to look this good but there he was, laughing with Milan in the hall while taking his signature leather jacket off, running a hand through his smooth like silk hair (Robbe's convinced it's indeed very silky) to ruffle it a little like it ever needed any styling, and in general looking like he had just walked out of Robbe's dream straight into Milan's apartment.

Sander Driesen.

The reason for Robbe’s cheeks being permanently stained pink as of late.

They met at one of those after school clubs led by Amber several weeks ago that Robbe came to only because he agreed (after pretty much being blackmailed into it) to play Aaron’s wingman in winning Amber’s heart.

He was gone as soon as those green eyes met his and the boy in front of him, wearing a black Bowie t-shirt and a leather jacket, shook his hand while smiling a little unsurely but still friendly, never breaking their eye contact as he introduced himself in a honey-like voice that penetrated every cell of his body, knees buckling a little, heart stuttering, the whole shebang.

He’s still thanking god he managed to hold back the whimper that was about to get out when he was saying his own name back.

Needless to say, the meeting became much more bearable after that.

Even having to witness Aaron’s cringeworthy attempts of gaining Amber’s attention weren’t that bad anymore. Not when they made Sander chuckle under his breath and catch his eye over Amber’s shoulder, winking at Robbe with a mischief dancing in his eyes as he bit his lip to keep his own laugh at bay.

And then, Amber came up with some stupid “love excercise” or whatever the fuck she called it and made them all hold hands in a circle. She claimed it released stress and spread positivity or some other bullshit, but Robbe was convinced it was just a ploy she came up with to hold the school’s number one fuckboy Senne’s hand (who, if Robbe had to guess, also wasn’t there out of his own free will).

Robbe wasn’t a very touchy-feely person, especially with people he had no business of touching in the first place so the whole thing was beyond painful. Thankfully, Jana came to his rescue, snatching his right hand as they exchanged smirks over Amber’s lofty speech about positive energy filling their bodies.

But then someone else gently took his other hand and when he went to inspect who it was, annoyance already starting to creep in, his mouth went dry, eyes going up, up, up the person’s leather-clad arm before stopping on Sander’s face, looking far too entertained.

The boy took an overly deep breath, eyes closed and face feigning seriousness, breathing out loudly.

“Ahh, I can already feel that rush of energy,” Sander leaned in to whisper to him, a teasing tilt to his voice making Robbe giggled at his antics.

“I guess Amber was right then.”

“No no, I don’t think it’s Amber’s techniques, I just think it’s because of you.”

Robbe just gaped at this shameless flirting, receiving another wink when caught blushing deep pink. Sander seemed unfazed though, totally chill, like saying lame lines and winking at boys was in his everyday repertoire. It definitely wasn’t like that for Robbe, and definitely not from boys as cute as Sander.

He should have probably rolled his eyes at him, called him cocky and full of himself. And yet.

There was something about Sander’s demeanor that screamed it was all a facade, and that underneath there was a huge dork that came out right after that guard was let down. Robbe couldn’t even be annoyed with the smug winking because it was adorned with such a cute smile that it called for a fond eye roll rather than scoffing.

Before he could form at least a half cool response, Amber started shushing all of them with a bossy face, glaring at every person that dared to make a sound. So with a rush of sudden boldness, Robbe just squeezed Sander’s hand and looked at him from under his lashes, biting his lip in an attempt at being coy (and cringing at himself internally) despite his body thrumming with nerves standing this close to Sander, and for some unknown reason it brought the desired effect.

Sander kept smiling at him surreptitiously throughout the entire meeting, making him laugh with his playful faces at some of Amber’s more ridiculous statements, and it felt like they had an entire conversation even though they didn’t exchange one word during that half an hour.

When they were finally free to go home it was after 21, Robbe realized with a whine. After they all collected their things and were ready to leave, Sander turned around in the doorway, searching for Robbe’s eyes while ignoring the rest of their friends crowding against the door, and when Robbe glanced furtively into his direction his expression turned almost bashful as he said bye, Robin.

And then again with the winking.

Good god this boy.

And how cute it was he couldn’t actually wink? It looked more like a reinforced blinking, but he still looked cute doing it.

Once Robbe came back home that evening, thoughts occupied with bleached hair and the smell of leather jacket, he couldn’t stop himself from searching for Sander’s social media. In just one sitting he gathered a handful of information, finding out Sander was a year older and recently transferred to his school (which would explain how he had missed him in the corridors). He also had a photo with Amber down at the bottom of his profile and from the caption it seemed like they were cousins.

Robbe’s fingers hovered over the ‘follow’ button, but he didn’t want to seem like a stalker so he just closed the app, throwing his phone on his bed in exasperation feeling sorry for himself and his inexperience in talking to boys.

The universe decided to be graceful for him for once in his life though and put Sander on his path again only 3 days later.

Like every Saturday afternoon Robbe was in the skate park with the broers, taking piss of one another’s skills and trying out new tricks while basking in the October sun that felt more like it was full on spring rather than the beginning of fall. He was in the middle of showing off some of his best tricks to the sounds of his friends hollering when he caught sight of bleached hair in his peripheral, almost falling straight on his ass. But luck was on his side and he avoided making a spectacle out of himself.

Once he was safely on the ground, skateboard under his foot, he glanced in the direction of white hair one more time to see Sander lowering his vintage camera and whistling, making an impressed face and promptly causing Robbe to downcast his eyes bashfully.

“Hey.”

“Hey, Robin.”

Robbe sighed. “It’s Robbe.”

“I know, but isn’t that a cute nickname?”

Robbe ducked his head, smiling a little to himself, cursing the heat rising in his cheeks. “Are you always this annoying?”

For a moment, Sander seemed to be taken aback, but then he must have noticed the teasing glint in Robbe’s eyes because he relaxed visibly, confidence back on his face.

Then, easily and offhandedly, he said, “No, just with very certain people.”

If Robbe had any doubts before about Sander taking immense pleasure out of teasing him, he didn’t anymore. He was flashed with another mischievous smile and then Sander nodded at the bowl.

“That was pretty awesome.”

“Thanks.” Robbe scratched at the back of his neck self-conciously, ignoring his friends’ intrigued faces and praying they didn’t say anything stupid. “To be honest, these aren’t even that difficult, anybody could do them...”

“Pff, I tried this skateboarding thing once and let me tell you, I was an absolute disaster so don’t sell yourself short.” Sander nudged at his shoulder with a knowing look, the contact sending a shiver through Robbe’s entire body.

“So what are you doing here if you suck at it?” He sent him a toothy grin when Sander gaped at his brazen words, faux-scandalized.

He then lifted his camera swiftly and took a photo of Robbe’s dumbfounded face.

“I’m only around this deadly thing to take artsy pictures of cute boys.”

Looking very proud of himself, Sander laughed at his indignant spluttering, refusing to show Robbe the photo at first, giving in a few seconds later under his killer pout (Sander’s words).

“So, is this where you spend your afternoons?” he asked casually once they sat down at a nearby bench, Sander scrolling through his camera roll and showing him the photos.

Robbe nodded, watching Aaron from afar attempting the backside ollie and failing miserably. It pulled out a snort from Sander.

“Well, you’re definitely better at it than your friends.”

Elbowing him in the side as a sign of loyalty to his friends, he replied. “Jens is actually better than me.”

Sander sent him a curious look. “Is he your boyfriend?”

“What?! Eww, no! I have way better taste than that.” It’s not like he’d admit he had crushed on his best friend a year ago. So, hopefully, he sounded convincing.

Sander lifted his hands in surrender, laughing at his outburst. “Okay, okay, message received, only the cutest boys for you,” he paused, biting at his lip to hold his smirk. “Makes sense,” he muttered under his breath, but Robbe heard him anyway.

Later that day, he got a instagram notification that informed him that earthlingoddity was following him as of now and damn if that didn’t make Robbe’s heart beat faster.

earthlingoddity sent you a link

S: Considering today’s unfortunate incident, I made you a bowie playlist, need to teach the youngsters like you the real music 😎😏

The first message from Sander made him scoff, but he rolled his eyes at himself anyway when he remembered his conversation with him at the skatepark, asking about the shirt and prompting Sander to quiz him about David Bowie’s songs.

Robbe hid his face in his hands at the mere memory.

Space Cowboy.

How embarrassing.

Sander tried so hard not to burst out laughing at Robbe’s confusion when his answer was met with a blank stare, bless him.

R: So you're one of those people?

S: What people?

R: Self-righteous hipsters 😜

S: Now now Robin

No need for names 😩

R: It's Robbe

R o b b e

S: Okay Robin ;)

R: 🙄

Unbelievable

S: So

What's up? 🙃

They kept up at this casual texting for 2 recent weeks, getting to know each other, and Sander confirming that he does, in fact, have a soft side. Robbe also realized he was a much bolder person when no face to face interaction was required when he had more time before responding to Sander. Then there were the occasional “hellos” at school when they crossed paths in the halls, but so far their friendship, if he could even call it that, hadn’t evolved further.

In fact, this party was the first time Robbe had seen him in a week.

Their eyes met for a few short seconds and Robbe waved at him, immediately after wanting to bang his head at the table because who the fuck waves these days?

Sander didn’t seem to mind this dorky display at all, beaming at him from across the hallway and not paying much attention to Milan who was talking his ear off. A second later, he was out of Robbe’s sight, dragged by Milan and the girls to the living room, leaving him staring longingly after him.

Before Robbe got his shit together and on shaky legs went there to maybe squeeze out a few words to him, Moyo was already on his way of arranging people into a circle and producing a bottle to spin.

What a bad fucking timing.

This was so not Robbe’s idea of fun so he started to surreptitiously backing off to the hall to slide out the door but Jana, the traitor, grabbed his arm and sat him next to her, seeming very excited about the game.

It’s not like he was the only one reluctant to play though. Sander’s face looked rather bemused too.

“Come oooon, Sander,” Noor groaned at him, pulling at his sleeve relentlessly to make him plop his butt on her left side. “You promised to leave that sulky slash lovesick face at home and have fun. This is fun!”

“I think we have a different definition of fun, darling,” he retorted, his gaze sweeping through the half-drunk faces, stopping at Robbe’s for a millisecond. It was so quick he thought he imagined the apprehensive look on his face, but then Sander did sit down, letting out a long-suffering sigh and promptly avoided his gaze throughout the game. Which was clearly an intentional effort because they sat exactly opposite each other.

To say Robbe was confused would be an understatement.

And that’s how he finds himself here, sitting in a circle amongst his friends and several strangers who keep hollering and shoving tongues in each other’s throats. He had one close call when the bottle spinned by a redhead girl almost pointed at him, making him hold his breath but then stopping on Moyo sitting on his other side, who was way more eager to fill the deed.

When it’s finally Sander’s turn to spin the bottle, Robbe's heart starts beating double time and he twists his fingers nervously. He realizes with dread that there is no good outcome of this situation; if it lands on any of his friends or any of those few people he only vaguely recognizes, he’s going to have to watch Sander play tonsil tennis with them and his stomach turns unpleasantly with something akin to jealousy at the mere thought.

But if it lands on him?

Oh god.

The bottle is spinning already, Robbe having missed the moment Sander put it in motion, too busy wrangling with his thoughts about what he should do. The fact Sander has been avoiding his eyes ever since they started this stupid game makes him even more nervous about the whole thing.

Then the bottle stops, pointing at him so accurately that it leaves no room for question.

And Sander’s face positively falls.

Sitting near him Jens and Moyo are giving him subtle thumbs up and not so subtle shit-eating grins with Aaron next to them clearly confused at their behavior all the while Sander looks like he’s in pain.

Eyes glued to the floor, body rigid, looking like he’d want to be anywhere but here.

People are staring at them, waiting for something to happen and Robbe feels nauseous.

And so humiliated.

How could he misinterpret Sander’s behavior so much? And it’s not even that, not really. Does the idea of kissing him disgusts him that much he can’t even give him one stupid kiss to avoid putting Robbe on the spot?

From the corner of his eye he can see Noor elbowing Sander in the side and there’s an entire conversation happening between them without one word being uttered.

Then, several things happen at once. The boys let go of any subtlety and start whooping and hollering like they want to force Sander to make some kind of move, there’s a loud whack coming from the kitchen where one of the couples went to continue their PDA so Jana and Zoe get up to check the damage and then Adi, who has been rummaging through the liquor cabinet for the last ten minutes, yells that he found a ten year old whiskey, making the broers scrambling off the floor to get their hands on it.

The rest of the people are still here with them though. Still staring. And Sander still seems to be rooted to the spot.

And Robbe has had enough.

Ignoring Noor’s soft Robbe, he gets up and with a heavy heart almost runs to the door, putting his jacket on in a haste, frustration and shame cursing through his body as he runs down the stairs two step at a time, wanting to get outside as fast as he can.

The cold air washes over him once he reaches the entrance and he breaths in shakily, feeling his eyes welling up despite his hardest efforts not to cry.

It just hurts. It really hurts. And if he’s being honest with himself, the fact that there have been witnesses to his humiliation is a small part of the reason why he feels this way. It’s about the fact that it was Sander.

Sander. This boy who let him believe there may actually be someone interested in him. In that way. Sander, who flirted with him, complimented him, smiled at him, listened to him and sent him Bowie playlists.

Sander, who he felt more connected to recently than to any of his friends.

He wipes at his eyes angrily, scoffing at the fact that this asshole was able to make him cry, when he hears rushed steps on the sidewalk behind him.

“Robbe!”

Walking faster, he tries to ignore the sound until there’s a hand on his shoulder stopping him in his tracks. He turns around ready to blow out in Sander’s face but the boy is faster.

“I’m so sorry for that,” he pants, voice tinted with desperation, apologies written across his face as his eyes flit all over Robbe’s like he’s trying to read his mind.

But Robbe only lets out a humorless laugh. “No worries, I understand, you were very clear. Point taken,” he sneers, starting to walk again.

“No, you don’t understand,” Sander pleads with him, taking his hand in his own to keep him from leaving. Robbe wants to pull it back, but the distressed look in Sander’s eyes makes him hesitate. “I didn’t want our first kiss to be a part of some stupid game. Not when I spent weeks trying to come up with a perfect scenario for our first kiss in my head.”

Robbe promptly loses his breath at his confession.

“You wanted to kiss me before?”

“Ever since I saw you,” Sander confirms in a small voice. His demeanor lacks the confidence Robbe got acquainted with, ripped of any trace of the usual conckiness. Instead, Sander appears almost shy, biting his lip nervously as if waiting for a blow and heart-breaking rejection.

There won’t be a rejection though. Not tonight.

Without second-guessing himself, Robbe takes that one step that still separates them and seals their lips together, hands drifting to Sander’s rosy cheeks on their own, like there was a magnet pulling them in. Sander is stunned at first, his lips unresponsive, but it only takes about three seconds for his brain to catch up and then.

Then.

Then there’s Chernobyl in Robbe’s head.

Fuck.

The way this boy kisses.

Phew.

Robbe’s brain shuts off as Sander’s mouth moves over his with intention, sliding together in a rhythm that leaves him breathless. It’s almost impossible to keep all the noises that threaten to escape inside, one small whimper getting out without Robbe’s accord, but it’s okay because it gets swallowed by Sander’s unyielding lips right after it leaves Robbe’s, making Sander pull him even closer.

Eventually, they have to stop, getting dizzy from the lack of air. When their mouths do separate though it’s only for a centimeter and they keep panting in that small space between them, soon breaking out in quiet giggles.

“I've wanted to kiss you ever since I saw you too. Ever since that stupid meeting,” Robbe admits, feeling brave and like he’s floating on air, no confession scary enough right now. Sander looks very pleased with his words, and Robbe can feel the telltales of his regular confident smile coming back to his face under his lips when Sander pecks him softly.

Then, he draws back, regarding Robbe with eyes full of mischief.

“I only joined to meet you.”

That makes Robbe cock his brow in surprise and he searches his face for a lie or at least a joke, but he doesn’t find any. “You saw me before?”

There’s a pause and then Sander’s smile turns softer. “I saw you the first day of school.”

And, wow. He did not expect such a turn of events.

“You were sitting at a lunch table with your friends, deep in thought, looking so beautiful you took my breath away. It felt like I saw an angel.”

Blood floods Robbe’s cheek and he drops his eyes under Sander’s intense gaze, because he’s not used to such praise, or praise whatsoever. And then there’s Sander, looking at him like he’s something precious, like he hung the moon and stars, touching him so gently and kissing him so passionately and Robbe feels like passing out.

Sander must have sensed he was getting overwhelmed because he chuckles quietly and cradles his cheek in his palm, thumb sweeping under his eye in a soothing motion as he leaves a few small kisses on his other cheek, melting Robbe in a pile of goo right there on the sidewalk, quiet night around them.

Once he pulls himself together, he can’t resist the tugging at the corners of his mouth and a full-blown smile blooms on his face that’s instantly matched by Sander’s own.

“You know, I don’t think I ever played spin the bottle before but I’d give it zero stars on booking.com,” he declares suddenly pulling a laugh out of Robbe. “I was so scared I’m gonna have to watch you kiss somebody else, phew!” He places a hand on his chest comically, turning on the dramatics. “My poor heart wouldn’t take it, Robin!”

And fuck, he’s so cute that Robbe can only laugh at this (his?) dork, fondly rolling eyes at his antics.

“Yeah, I didn’t want anybody to kiss you either. And it’s Robbe,” he adds with a long-suffering sigh, futilely, he’s sure, but it’s still worth it because Sander’s cheek in tongue expression lets him know the boy loves to rile him up and is not going to stop anytime soon.

Still, to wipe off the smug smile for the time being he pulls him back into a kiss by the lapels of his leather jacket and Sander doesn’t exactly protest such. The second kiss is slower, more thorough, but still mind blowing enough for Robbe to feel heat tugging at his stomach.

“Will you go on a date with me? Tomorrow? Or any other time you’re free? Please?” Sander whispers in the small space between them after they finally break apart, foreheads resting against each other and fireworks going on in Robbe’s brain. Despite them standing so close Robbe can see Sander’s face pretty clear, and he can see his hopeful but tentative expression as he waits for him to answer, eyes growing unsure with each second of silence.

Not wanting to keep him in suspense anymore, he gives his parted lips one more lingering kiss, too weak to resist them when they shine so prettily in the street light above them. “Tomorrow sounds perfect.”

#wtfock #og easter eggs because it's cute af #😌

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Starting a new ✨series✨ that no one asked for! ( ꈍᴗꈍ)

Callisto-Rants presents...

Here's my Two Cents

Where we just throw down our two cents on how we would change a series to make it better, in our own personal opinion.

[You can Block this tag if you're not interested in this series: #Here's Our Two Cents]

Here's my Two Cents

Yarichin Bitch Club.

Ever since I had the misfortune of having that opening theme song stuck in my head because of countless memes and tiktok edits. . . I have wished for days to have the ability to create a time machine to prevent myself from saying. . .

"okay, fine I'll bite the bullet and check out the source material."

Now if you're reading this and thinking, "huh. I never heard of this series..." let me just tell you, GOD I WISH I WAS YOU RIGHT NOW.

No one was going to tell me this BL Manga about a "pHoTogRaPhY cLuB" wasn't completely INSANE? I was just supposed to find out Three Volumes Later??

Now some of y'all who have read the source material might be thinking. . .

"Okay Callisto, get over it it's obviously supposed to be a comedy it's not meant to be taken seriously 🙄"

And to that I say... I mean I guess??? But do we really need all of THAT to make it a comedy?? I feel like you could still have an entertaining comedy BL Manga without 90% of the shit that goes on in that series..... But that's just ✨my two cents✨ take it or leave it.

FIRST THINGS FIRST, here's all the stuff I'd automatically remove from this series off the bat.

💀 The Gang Bangs.

💀 Teacher x Student Relationships.

💀 In fact all instances of unconsensual acts & sexual assault committed in this manga. Throw all of that away.

💀 the fact that the term Bisexual was used as a replacement for the term switch, and had nothing to do with the sexual orientation itself whatsoever.

💀 The High School Setting.

💀 Whatever the fuck Yuri was on.

💀 90% of the hyper sexualized traits these characters had.

Now here's what I'd change to make it better... Basically here's an AU of what if it was actually a normal photography club....

Actually make it a fucking Photography Club. Not a sex club that's in a fuckin HIGH SCHOOL. Hell, you could just throw this in a college setting too, for more mature themes.

Main character, Takashi Toono a college student that's trying to get out of his comfort zone more. So he decides to join the photography club, because he thinks it's not demanding to require anything of him compared to any other club on campus. He knows completely NOTHING about photography, and doesn't have any passion for the art media. His Character growth would be learning to appreciate the art media While learning what it means to him, as well as who he wants to be as he enters the adult world as a young adult.

Yuu Kashima, can stay as Takashi's love interest. Also, I feel like all the members should have a specific style of taking photos that correlates with their personality in some way. Yuu's photography style would be something the lines of Candid photography which is a type of photography style that's main focus is to take photos in the moment or in surprise. Something he has already done when he took that photo of Takashi. I also feel like Yuu would be the one to keep pushing Takashi to love photography, and understand it's more than snapping a photo.

Kyousuke Yaguchi, can stay as the Love Rival for Yuu Kashima and overall keep his personality? It was actually pretty interesting and I liked his Character dynamics with everyone else. Kyousuke Yaguchi can also stay as the outsider that directly / indirectly influences Everyone else in the club. Causing Takashi to explore his feelings and expand his social group, and make him think about what he wants to capture in his photos. Overall the same interaction between Kyousuke & Yuu Kashima with their rivalry and brotherly relationship at it's breaking point. As well as, Kyousuke and Yui's relationship being tense with miscommunication.

Yui Tamura, I imagine Yui's photography style would be more of Adventure (capturing shots in the great outdoors, usually involving extreme sports; mountain-climbing, skiing, kayaking, sky diving, etc) & Sports Photography. Which could create interesting interactions between Kyousuke and Yui. Cue Yui trying to cover up the fact that, every time the soccer club commissions Yui to take some photos of their club activity to promote their club, all of Yui's photos are of Kyousuke playing soccer. Causing Yui to complain to Kyousuke to get out of his shots and that he's ruining them by being in all of them. So, Kyousuke just shouts back "then stop following me around with your camera, DUMBASS". Just imagine Them bickering, because Yui 100% did not delete the photo he captured of Kyousuke getting knocked out by a soccer ball to the face.

Itsuki Shikatani would definitely be in the club, but only because he prefers to have his photos be taken, more than he likes taking photos himself. He would probably be a cross dresser, who enjoys dressing up in feminine articles of clothing and posing for photos. Everyone on campus who doesn't know Itsuki personally, always asks who the beautiful woman in these photos are, the club president and vice President always just says it's one of their cousins that happen to be in town. If Itsuki had to have a style of photography, it would probably be fashion.

Toru Fujisaki. . . This one is difficult only because his Character is purely centered around Yuki's Character. . . So I'm going to take some creative liberties here. . . Probably really insecure about himself, because he feels like he's a wall flower that's really forgettable, that no one cares about. Although, it's mostly because he's shooting himself in the foot by not letting one have the opportunity to get to know him to give him a chance, in the first place. Until, he meets Yuki who makes him realize that not everyone sees him as a wall flower and someone can notice his nicer qualities about himself that he's hiding away. Toru's Character development in this AU, would be for for him to learn to love himself more and try to trust people to accept him. As well as to expand his social circle with the support of not only Yuki, but the Photography Club as well. At first I bet, he would only feel comfortable with Yuki taking his photos and modeling only for him, but over time he'd let the other club members take his photo when he gets more confident in himself. While also, developing his own style of photography, that isn't just "cute photos of Yuri", it would probably be Still Life or Portrait.

Ayato Yuri, okay first. . . I'm still not over the fact that this boy was written like a deranged feral child, that was given access to a pornhub account way too early in life. While being dropped on his head several times, before and after his first words. Anyhow. . . I feel like Yuri would fit the trope of the genius, that no one understands in any capacity. His mind is 10 steps ahead of everyone else and he forgets to slow down and explain what the fuck he's talking about, when he goes into a passionate rant about photography. With endless rambles about golden ratio, gold lighting and blue lighting, and how he needs these specific props, that don't seem to fit the theme of the photo at all to make it perfect. But despite that, his photos always come out beautifully. No one can deny that his methods might be extremely weird, but they always work out way too well to give anyone the opportunity to chastise him. Anyone trying to work with Yuri often leaves the experience with a beautiful photo in hand, but an enormous headache. Even members within the photography club can't keep up with Yuri most of the time either, he's often in his own little world that just makes sense to only him. He can be a eccentric and passionate about his hobby and goofy to not make people feel too uncomfortable with the huge distance he unintentionally places between himself and others when he doesn't bother to slow down for anyone. But, he still has a good heart to make sure everyone gets a piece of art that'll always be memorable to them. Additionally, with that being said I feel like Toru would be the few people that would consistently attempt to keep up with Yuri, when he's a light year away from everyone else in his rambles. Toru wouldn't shut down and show disinterest in what Yuri says when he can no longer keep up, he's always being supportive and encouraging Yuri to continue because he knows it makes him happy to be able to express his passion. And sometimes, Yuri will pause and explain a bit to let Toru keep up with him, because he just truly appreciates someone trying to get closer to him, without making him feel bad. I would say Yuri is a jack of all trades when it comes to Photography styles. There isn't a single style he is terrible at, but he truly excels at Abstract Photography.

Koshiro Itome I think Koshiro would fit the silent type trope, but with a lot on his mind. Always over thinking things, and although he looks calm his mind is always buzzing with 500 things at once. Because, of this the only way he can find some semblance of peace is by going out for a nature walk and letting the environment take his mind off things. He's always worries about deadlines for projects, meeting up with clients face to face for the first time, whether or not a company will like his photos he submitted, if his boyfriend Akemi is okay, what if he doesn't find anything to take a picture of or if he's missing the perfect shot right now, will the club be okay after they all graduate, what else can be learn to improve his skills etc etc. Akemi can always tell when he's actually calm and when he's just zoned out and drowning in his own worries behind his calm demeanor. Luckily for Akemi, he knows exactly what to do to make him feel better, like a life boat to his pleas for help in the vast ocean of his thoughts. Koshiro is 100% the mom friend in the club, always helping newbies out on how to properly take care of their equipment, and the general basics, stopping people from bickering and carrying around a Mary Poppins bag of useful items. "Damn I forgot to bring my infrared lens with me!" "It's okay I brought a spare, here you go." Koshiro's photography style would be Nature & Wild life, cue everyone wondering how the hell he managed to capture a photo of baby bear and it's mother so close up with such clarity with the equipment he has on him. It should be impossible there's no way he could it's just unlikely, but all Koshiro does in response is just shrugging calmly "I just slowly walked up to them, and took some photos and went my way after I was done, they weren't bothered at all." At first no one believes him, until they see the next photo of him petting the mother bear, and within the next photo of him holding the baby bears paw. I like to think Akemi is always bragging at how his boyfriend is basically a Disney Prince, with the way animals just trust him enough to let Koshiro approach to take the photos. Of course Akemi has the proof that his Boyfriend is not making any of these up. With photo evidence he had taken from a incredibly safe distance away, of Koshiro just interacting with wildlife at such a close distance. Because, Akemi was not in fact gifted the ability of a Disney prince, to be doing that shit that Koshiro pulls on a daily basis. I feel like because of this Akemi can be a bit over protective of Koshiro, always telling him to text him before he goes to work and he gets back home, so he knows a feral bear didn't devour his boyfriend in the woods. He tries his best to join Koshiro while he works so he can be at peace of mind that Koshiro is in fact safe, but they both know it's very difficult for Koshiro to focus. When his boyfriend is being incredibly cute how could he remember he's here to take photos of the wild life and not his boyfriend? That and Akemi always accidentally scares away the wildlife, when he accidentally reads the animals body language wrong as any attempt to devour his boyfriend. Akemi will lose 25 years of his life with amount of false alarms, he has encountered in those damn woods.

Keiichi Akemi, Akemi is definitely one of those smug bastards, that has an ulterative motive or an ace up his sleeve. Appearing sweet and kind until you realize it was a facade. But one way or another you find yourself wrapped up in his convoluted plans, where you're either in his photoshoot as a model or you're carrying all his equipment, while he goes from one job to the next. Akemi's photography style would be Wedding Photography & Landscape something he definitely would've picked up from the countless outings he had with Koshiro in the outdoors. Akemi's friends are almost always married or paired up together, and that's no coincidence. This man is a match-making demon, a hopeless romantic who loves to see a budding romance finally bloom. So, he can snag a fat check when they thank him for brining them together and hire him as the official wedding photographer. His intuition is never wrong about the perfect pairings and how to push the right buttons to move things along, without getting directly involved until the right time comes. Something, that will be a pain in Toono's ass down the line as he stays in the Photography Club.

Overall, I feel like this could've been a really nice BL Manga which was a love letter to the art media of Photography. As Toono figures out what Photography means to him and how he wants to use it to express his feelings. "Why do you take photos? What do you want to say in these photos and tell people without the ability of using your words?" I feel like at first Toono, would just be confused "it's just a photo what's so special about it? You take it as a cool momento for something."

But, as time goes on, and he learns why everyone in the club enjoys photography and why they're here, he learns it's more than that. Whether it be to vent something you're unable to express in words, express your love for something or someone, to tell a story, to inspire others, to feel free, to share something with someone. All these different forms of expression, will let Toono figure out what he wants from photography and how he plans on expressing it.

Also instead of the whole "have sex with someone in one month or we gang bang you against your will" dilemma. . . I feel like another suspenseful situation could have been, "Create a photo album, that will impress all of us in one month, or you have to help us all out with our next projects." Which at first doesn't sound terrible, until you remember...

Yui is a thrill seeker, and would probably push you off a cliff to snag a cool photo. Or force you to be his pack mule as you climb up serval mountains.

Itsuki would force you to cross dress and model different fashion styles to make you look like a clown for his own amusement. All the while he revels in your shame, and points out how these colors don't suit you at all, but ignores the fact he's the one who put you in that outfit in the first place.

Yuri is such a wild card that you honest to God don't know what the fuck will happen to you, it'll be like being on an acid trip the whole time. And not knowing what will happen brings you more fear than knowing what will.

Koshiro would probably bring you to a wolf den full of hungry ravenous wolves, and let you accidentally get eaten alive by a pack of wolves. While he takes pictures of puppies, without a care in the world.

Akemi... Akemi just scares Toono, he seems like the safest bet out of everyone else. But Toono knows better to trust that sweet smile. Toono would be safer walking into Satan's house than spend a day with Akemi at work. Whatever he would have planned for them if he were to lose this challenge would not be good for his sanity. He hates how he knows Akemi wants just that for Toono to know he's not going to be safe either. Akemi would probably make him cry with prying questions about his romance life. While hitting too close to home with all his assumptions about him that he can't argue back. It's losing battle from there on out.

The only problem for Toono is Everyone in this club is so different, that it's almost impossible to be able to impress them all. None of them agree, which style is better or having almost anything in common photography style wise. Toono can't just half-heartedly replicate anyone's style either, he's going to actually try and fail miserably to understand this art media better, like everyone else. I think after losing the challenge and spending time with everyone, Toono would come to really like the club and everyone else in it.

And that's my ✨two cents✨ on how this story could've been better if it didn't focus too much on the whole pwp aspect.

Take it or leave it.

#Here's Our Two Cents #Callisto Rants #yarichin b club #god i hope one day i forget this series exists #and no I don't care if there's people out there who like this series unironically y'all do you!#just wanted to rant on how i would change this story to make it less hyper sexualized 乁| ･〰･ |ㄏ #not trying to say y'all should be cancelled or something silly like that #Takashi Toono #Yuu Kashima #Kyousuke Yaguchi #Yui Tamura #Itsuki Shikatani #Toru Fujisaki #Ayato Yuri #Koshiro Itome #Keiichi Akemi #basically a huge rant post #AU where it's actually a fucking Photography Club hcs

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Welcome to the Nightmare Game - CH61

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Chapter 61: Witchcraft Sacrifice (XXX)

There was a loud roar, and the whole underground palace shook. Originally, because Qi Leren collapsed from the continuous loading, he sat down on the ground with soft legs. The pendant that Ning Zhou dropped was by his hand. He struggled to command his arm to pick up the pendant and climbed to the corner and sat down.

Not far away the situation had heated up, and the frost had spread to his feet at a terrifying speed, covering the surrounding walls and ground with a layer of frost and snow, while the light on Ning Zhou's short knife was waving into a silvery satin at an extremely fast speed, and the wall where it passed was cracked and destroyed. Among the dust and ashes, Qi Leren suddenly saw the illusion of a huge blazing angel, holy and majestic, just like when they were in the underground lake…

This time, it was a close battle. As for whether they could win... Qi Leren suddenly felt relief.

If they lose, just bury him here quietly, and let him slumber with Ning Zhou in this quiet underground palace.

The metal pendant held in his hand exuded coolness, and Qi Leren brought it before his eyes. He remembered that it was this pendant that released the Barrier of the Holy Spirit and gave the two of them time to breathe.

The round pendant had been broken, and it was opened with a slight movement of his finger, revealing a small photo of the woman with dazzling blonde hair and blue eyes almost identical to Ning Zhou.

Was it her? The blonde woman praying under the cross in the Barrier of the Holy Spirit, who was she?

Judging from their looks, she was definitely related to Ning Zhou. Was it her sister? But this looked like an NPC, didn't it …

His body was getting colder and colder, and tired. He had never loaded the file three times in a row. Qi Leren still underestimated the overdraft of using this skill continuously. His head was getting heavier and more painful, and he could no longer think, slipping in and out of consciousness.

The battle in the distance became more and more fierce, and the whole underground palace seemed to be destroyed. There was constantly fine dust and gravel falling from overhead. Qi Leren barely raised his head and opened his eyes. The stone dome overhead had cracked, and more fragments fell down, the dust floating all around.

Qi Leren knew he should avoid it, but he couldn't move at all.

The head of the flagstone was crumbling, with a ferocious shattering, shocking crack running more and more deeply, soon to hit him.

[Rain-Day Laundry: At present, the remaining sensing frequency is 0/3, and the cooling countdown is 23:59:59.]

Move quickly! Move!

Qi Leren wanted to scramble away a little, even if it was just a little, just to avoid the life-threatening one…

But don't even talk about moving his limbs, even blinking seemed to burn away his last strength.

His line of sight became blurred, and the voices became distant. He stared at the slate above his head that was like a slow sinking ship, falling a little into the abyss of death. There was another loud noise in the distance, and the overburdened joint finally broke completely. The slate flipped and fell from over his head, about to hit the immobilized Qi Leren.

Sometimes, sudden death is so unreasonable... Qi Leren smiled bitterly in his heart and closed his eyes.

One second, two seconds, three seconds... The expected pain did not come. Qi Leren opened his eyes slightly, and his sight was blurred. He could only faintly see two white figures, holding hands and standing in front of him.

The slate that almost took his life was lifted into the air by incredible power, and was driven to float slowly to the nearby place, and then fell to the ground with a crash.

What was this... What was going on?

Qi Leren blinked hard, trying to see more clearly. The white figures holding hands turned their heads and their faces were blurred like a fog. But Qi Leren just felt that they smiled at him. Then, hand in hand, they disappeared in front of his eyes.

"Ellie, Aisha..." Qi Leren silently read out their names. In fact, he hadn’t done anything for these sad sisters, but they still remembered his insignificant help after their deaths.

Thank you, thank you.

Darkness and tiredness hung over him, and Qi Leren held the pendant, with the farther and farther sound of struggle in his ears, and his consciousness sank into the barren abyss.

In his lethargy, Qi Leren felt as if he was lying on a small boat, and the surroundings were calm. Only slight waves brought about the shaking of the hull, and the regular rocking made his consciousness more lazy, and he wandered in the dream freely without scruple. He felt as if he had forgotten something important.

What was it…

It seemed that... it was an important person.

Ning Zhou!

Qi Leren woke up from a trance, and for a moment he thought he had been lying in the grave for hundreds of years, so tired and cold.

Ning Zhou was cradling him, her long hair messy, and a few strands of hair even grazing gently on his cheek, causing slight itching. She looked down at him with gentle eyes.

"Ning Zhou?" Qi Leren called out her name, and his voice was hoarse as if he had not spoken for several years.

"Are you awake? How are you?" Isabel's voice sounded from the other side, and Qi Leren turned to look at her with difficulty. She looked at him with some trepidation and finally breathed a sigh of relief when he woke up. "You don't know how scary Ning Zhou's expression was when she saw that the corridor had collapsed just now. Fortunately, after digging through the stones, she found you safe and sound, which is really great."

Qi Leren blinked his dry eyes and looked at Ning Zhou. Some of her embarrassment appeared on her face, and her earlobes were slightly red.

His tired body was suddenly injected with an incredible force, Qi Leren couldn't help laughing, and his smile was a bit silly.

"We won?" He asked confidently.

"Hmm," Ning Zhou hummed gently. After the end of the battle, she could finally stop worrying about the influence of skills and start talking.

The happiness of the surviving swept through Qi Leren’s whole body. He came down from Ning Zhou's arms. His legs were still a little weak, he didn't even have the strength to walk. With the help of Ning Zhou, he walked forward step by step.

The front was a mess, full of collapsed stone and destroyed sculptures. At the end of the corridor in the distance, it was supposed to be a closed dead end, but now it had become a huge altar. It stood tall there, and there were two rows of stone carvings lined up on the way to it. Each one was a young girl, and their appearance was fixed in their last moment before death.

The relaxed mood suddenly disappeared, especially when he saw the stone carving of the Ellie sisters -- he didn't even know where the sisters had died in the underground palace.

"If we finish the sacrifice, we can finish the quest right? Who will do it?" Qi Leren asked.

Ning Zhou shook er head, and her deep and sweet voice was like a graceful cello: "I will not give in to the devil."

Qi Leren recalled the ethereal and holy sanctuary in the Barrier of the Holy Spirit, and vaguely felt that Ning Zhou should be a person of great adventure and should belong to the Vatican.

"Then why don't I try..." Qi Leren decided to try whether S/L skills could fool the system.

"I'll do it." Isabel stood up. She looked sad but determined. "Now I can't go back to the village. None of the girls who were sent as sacrifices have ever returned. If I go back, they’ll definitely send me back. After all, I’m already a demon’s witch in their eyes.

"And... if I serve the devil and get strength, maybe I can see my sister again... I want to see her again.

"Thank you, if it weren't for you, I'm afraid I'd be dead now, not to mention if I would have found my memories from that year, thank you." Isabel smiled and calmly said goodbye to them.

"Have you considered it clearly?" Qi Leren asked her.

Isabel nodded: "Serving the devil may not be as bad as I thought. If I become stronger, I can protect the people I want to protect, my parents, my relatives and my friends. I don't want to see anyone die again... I want to give it a try anyway."

Isabel's mind has been made up, and Qi Leren has not said anything. If he were Isabel now, he would probably make the same decision. In this Nightmare World, ordinary human beings were too weak. If there was a chance to change their destiny, even if they became demons, there would be countless people willing to try.

"Good luck to you," Qi Leren blessed her.

The silent Ning Zhou also said: "Remember your heart."

Isabel's expression froze slightly, and then she smiled: "My heart has never changed."

As Isabel stepped onto the altar step by step, a light beam rose from the top of the altar, and an illusory figure could be faintly seen in the light. Ning Zhou's expression suddenly became solemn and her hand pressed on the handle of her knife.

Who was that? The Devil of Fraud?

Isabel had come to the front of the light beam, and though the figure shrouded in light and looked illusory, she easily associated her with the beautiful woman from three years ago.

The figure gave an inaudible chuckle, and the words were full of bewitching power: "Good girl, come to me."

Isabel's face showed a trace of fanaticism. She looked at the beautiful image with longing, and murmured like one bewitched: "I can finally come to you... Although I’m not the most beautiful and powerful one, I still won."

She walked into the beam and never looked back.

Almost at the same time, the system prompt appeared.

[ Player Qi Leren has completed the Witchcraft Sacrifice task. Mission completion is 50%. ]

[ A reward of 30 survival days has been given, and the coefficient of task completion is 1.5 times. Completed hidden task: Dusty Past. Reward for survival days is 10 days. Total reward for survival days is 55 days. ]

[ Data synchronization countdown, ten, nine...]

"Ning Zhou, when we’re back in the Village of Dusk, let's meet!" Time was short, and Qi Leren spoke quickly.

Ning Zhou's figure has been wrapped in the transmition beam, together with the blackbird on her shoulder: "Mm."

Qi Leren laughed happily: "The steel bridge on Sunset Island."

"OK."

[ ... Three, two, one, synchronization completion. ]

The teleportation was completed, which was different from the first time he came to the Village of Dusk. This time, Qi Leren was directly sent back to his home on Sunset Island.

During the mission in the main world, although his survival days would be frozen, other people's time was moving. Including the time he took to go to Makah Village, he had actually left the Village of Dusk for more than a week, and a thin layer of dust had formed in his home.

Qi Leren immediately rushed to the bathroom, reflecting his familiar face in the mirror. Not the girl in the quest, but himself.

He suddenly became uneasy. Would Ning Zhou be disappointed when he saw the real him? Could she accept it?

This uncertainty made Qi Leren anxious. After washing his face, he smoothed his hair nervously, and even fussed over a small section of cocked hair.

Tidying up his clothes and taking a deep breath, Qi Leren stood in the entryway and opened the door.

The setting sun suddenly came into view, and the familiar air with oil and the salty sea breeze entered his nose, bringing a familiar taste and a strange longing.

He began to walk to the steel bridge.

At the twilit seaside, seagulls hunted in groups along the coast, making a loud singing sound.

The sea breeze blew his hair tips and his heart.

Qi Leren felt uneasy and happy, thinking about all kinds of things Ning Zhou had done in the quest. The hidden happiness made him eager to share it with someone. After meeting Ning Zhou, he would have to talk to Dr. Lu and tell him that he was leaving the club!

With every step, the excitement was unbearable. Qi Leren's pace became faster and faster, and more and more urgent.

Every point and every drop of memory was sweet, even if it was that he was scared and flustered, even wandering on the edge of life and death, but everything was worth it, because in the end he got Ning Zhou's heart.

Recalling Ning Zhou's tears and kisses in the Barrier of the Holy Spirit, Qi Leren blushed unconsciously.

At that time, he had forgotten to feel it at all, but it didn't matter. There must be a chance in the future…

Without realizing, he had changed from fast walking to trotting, and finally he simply ran. The Sunset Island shrouded by the sunset and the shadows stretched by the setting sun retreated rapidly in his field of vision, and it was difficult for him to control this excitement as he ran towards his destination.

The steel bridge was just around the corner, and Qi Leren finally stopped, panting and scrambling to tidy up his clothes and hair, surrounded by people coming and going, and no one noticed that he was so nervous that he was about to explode in this lively place.

Ning Zhou probably hasn’t come yet, right? Qi Leren said to himself, looking anxiously in all directions, looking for Ning Zhou.

Sure enough, she hadn't come yet.

Qi Leren couldn't be said to be glad or sad. He raised his foot and walked from this end of the steel bridge to the highest point of the arch. He wanted to stand there and find Ning Zhou first.

At the top of the bridge, a tall man in a black trenchcoat stood there with his arms crossed, his back turned to him, as if he were looking out at the estuary connected by the river.

Qi Leren stood on the other side. The trenchcoat on the man looked very similar to the coat lent to him by Ning Zhou, which made Qi Leren slightly uncomfortable, and he couldn't help but look at the man’s back.

People came and went from one end of the bridge to the other, some talking and laughing, and some alone. This ordinary secular picture finally made Qi Leren feel like he was living in reality, instead of being bound by the cold and horrible underground palace like those dead witches.

Ning Zhou would come soon. How would he greet her? As he waited, Qi Leren had already thought about the scene when they met, until…

The sound of flapping wings sounded in his ear. Qi Leren looked up and saw the familiar big blackbird falling from the sky. It landed on his shoulder and shouted to him cheerfully: "The delicious food, the delicious food!"

There it is! The Goddess is here!

Qi Leren ignored the bird and looked nervously in all directions.

At the moment he looked up, the man in the black trenchcoat turned his body and looked at him in amazement.

Those familiar blue eyes suddenly crashed into Qi Leren’s.

Sharp outline, handsome face, and blue eyes that he would never forget until he died…

Qi Leren just looked at him, with the comings and goings of people laughing and passing between them, together in the happy mood. In this moment, all kinds of strange things he ignored in the quest emerged one by one, mocking him mercilessly.

At this moment, the two people on the verge of collapse asked the same question in astonishment: "You’re a man?"

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The author has something to say:

PS: To tell you coolly, Qi Leren and Ning Zhou are both straight men, lol. The very straight type. True love is a long road. You need to work hard to bend them from the straight road.

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Editor’s Note: BMBL, how do you expect to convince us that Ning Zhou’s straight when you’ve already established that he dual wields?

The art I’ve included here (as well as everything used in the blog theme) was done by coffeefox33 for the audio drama! Isn’t it pretty?

This is the end of the Witchcraft Sacrifice arc! We have a small interlude in the overworld, then it’s on to the next quest! Please look forward to it! （ʃƪ＾3＾）

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People were always shocked when they found out that Eren Jaeger was your best friend. You were polar opposites, like fire and water. You were level headed and responsible, while he was rash and had a tendency to mouth off.

You’d met when he transferred into your third grade class. His almost permanent scowl and extreme competitive spirit had kept most of the class away from him, but your stubborn empathy wouldn’t let you leave the boy friendless and alone, and you found yourself sitting down next to him at lunch a few weeks after his arrival.

After offering him a juice box as a peace offering, you managed to get him to talk to you. And the rest was history. The two of you just worked. You balanced each other out.

“Eren, how many times do I have to tell you that you cannot use a comma right there?” you huffed, dragging your hands down your face as you attempted to tutor the teal eyed boy you called your best friend.

Eren groaned, scrunching his face and leaning back against the wall behind your bed, “Not all of us can be English majors with genius writing skills.”

“I am the best.” you teased, sticking out your tongue at him. He rolled his eyes.

Suddenly, his phone pinged. Judging by the childlike smile he grew, you could tell it was his mom.

“Tell Mama Jaeger I said hi!” you said, flitting your eyes across what he’d completed on his paper so far and inserting edits he needed to make.

He rolled his eyes but continued typing, “Y’know, sometimes I think you like my mom more than you like me.”

You brought your hand to your chin faux pensively, “Well, she does give me snacks whenever I come over…”

He shoved you playfully before pushing his phone back into his pocket, “You’re evil.”

He turned his eyes back onto his laptop screen, taking in the slew of markups you’d added to it. His face soured, his expression of happiness immediately turning into one of confusion.

You laughed before shutting his laptop, “Why don’t we call it quits for today’s session, yeah? Don’t you have a party to get to? It’s a Saturday night.”

He gave you a pointed look, “You’re being judgy right now, y/n, I can feel it. Don’t be judgy.”

“I am not being judgy! You already know I don’t care about how many girls you hook up with.” you replied with a gentle shove of his arm.

He frowned but didn’t say anything further, opting to stand up from your bed and straighten out his clothes.

As he stood there before you, you couldn’t help but take in his appearance. You’d known Eren since elementary school, and it would be a lie to say he hadn’t changed. His brown locks had grown long enough to tie into a small bun, his jawline had become more defined, his previously scrawny arms had become defined with lean muscles and his ears were riddled with piercings.

Your best friend was attractive, and everyone knew it. Despite the tiny remnant of feelings for him that lingered from your childhood, you’d never truly judge him for living his life the way he wanted to. It wasn’t your place. That didn’t stop you from poking fun at him, though.

The silence of the room was comfortable as he packed his things, and after collecting all his belongings and securing them in his bag he turned to face you.

“Are you sure you don’t wanna come with?” he asked with a small smile.

You snorted, “And watch you and your little frat friends get shitfaced? I’ll pass.”

You pulled him into a brief hug, the gesture natural to the both of you, “You have fun, though. And stay safe! I mean it.”

He chuckled and gave you a two finger salute, “I promise to be on my best behavior, Captain.”

You rolled your eyes before ushering him out the door. “And don’t forget to finish your paper!” you shouted to him as he retreated down the hall. You knew him too well, and could already tell that come tomorrow morning he’d be calling you to bring him a detox and food because of his hangover.

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It was around 1 am when your cell phone rang, ripping your attention away from the random Netflix original that played on your TV. You quickly grabbed it to see Eren’s contact photo occupying the screen. Without hesitation, you slid the call button to answer.

“Hello?”

“Uh, y/n?” a voice that definitely wasn’t Eren’s replied.

“Jean?” you asked, realizing that the mysterious caller was a fellow member of Eren’s fraternity.

“You remembered! Anyway, your idiot’s way more drunk than usual. Like about to pass out drunk. Can you come get him before he pukes on someone?”

You heard a retching sound in the background, followed by a shriek.

“Too late,” you could practically hear his cringe through the speaker, “So will you come get him?”

You sighed, “I’m on my way.”

Disconnecting the call, you made quick work of replacing the pajama shorts you were wearing with leggings and shrugging on an oversized hoodie you’d stolen from Eren in high school. You slipped out of the door quietly, careful not to wake your roommate.

Despite your anger at having to leave your dorm so late at night, you couldn’t help but feel a pit of worry settle at the bottom of your stomach. He was by no means a lightweight, so him getting drunk enough to hurl meant that he went way overboard. Something he only did when he had something big bothering him. It honestly stung a bit that he hadn’t shared anything with you, despite him having been in your dorm for hours before he left for the party.

You shook the negative thoughts from your head as you approached the frat house. Before you could even knock on the door it swung open, revealing an absolutely trashed Eren being held up by a very pissed off Jean.

Jean tapped Eren’s cheek with an annoying grunt, “Oi Jaeger, your friend is here.”

You winced as he transferred his weight onto your shoulders, “Sorry about him.”

“Don’t be. He was in here whining all night about how some lady friend doesn’t like him back, feel sorry for her.”

You frowned, having been unaware that he was interested in someone. Even though you swore your feelings for him had fizzled out in the tenth grade, you couldn’t shake the heavy feeling in your chest.

You plastered on a small smile regardless, “Later, Jean. Enjoy the rest of your night.”

He returned the smile and nodded before returning to the party.

After several unsuccessful attempts at walking, you nudged Eren with a scowl, “Eren, I need you to use your legs too.”

He mumbled incoherently and let out what sounded like a whine before ultimately complying with your request.

Halfway through your trek back to the dorms, he began to speak.

“Why doesn’t she like me back?” he mumbled drunkenly into your shoulder.

Your heart rate quickened and you sped up your stride, desperate to reach his dorm.

“What?”

“I like her so much. But she just thinks of me as a friend. She doesn’t even care when I hang out with other girls.”

“Eren what are you talking about?” you asked, heart practically in your throat at this point.

He looked at you, eyes piercing, “I’m in love with her.”

You were outside his dorm by now and you weren’t sure if you wanted to dump him on his bed and run or grill him for questions while he was still in his drunken stupor.

You chose the former.

You made quick work of removing his shoes, laying him down and covering him with a blanket. As you turned to exit he caught your wrist, holding you back.

“Stay?” he asked, eyes closed and speech still a bit slurred.

You shook your head, “Absolutely not. You’re drunk.”

He frowned and shook his head, pulling your hand up to his face, “Not like that. I just want you to stay.”

You sighed, it was always hard to say no to him, “Fine, but only until you fall asleep.”

He hummed contently in response as you sat on the little empty space left on his dorm bed. As you ran your fingers through his silky brown hair you couldn’t help but think about what he’d told you. Who was he in love with? Did you know her? When did he meet her? Why did it hurt so bad?

Despite your best efforts, you found yourself dozing off, mind still swimming with unanswered questions.

Four hours later you awoke, still in Eren’s bed. You quickly shot up to leave, only to be stopped by the weight of his muscular arm pinning you in place. He had always been grabby in his sleep, and when coupled with the fact that he worked out five times a week, it was almost impossible to get out of his grip.

Luckily for you, years of being his friend had made you relatively good at escaping him, and with a little effort you carefully removed his arm from you and slid a pillow into your place.

You quickly slid your shoes back on and dashed out the door, not even breathing until you were in the hall. Your heart was pounding as you exited his building and made your way to your own. Luckily it was early, so the only people around were a spattering of students trekking back from parties.

You reached your dorm with little fanfare and quietly slid in, kicking your shoes off and sliding down the door. You massaged your temples and screwed your eyes shut, why did it bother you so much that he liked someone else. You’d long passed the point of being a lovesick puppy over him.

“Y/n, is that you?” your roommate grumbled sleepily, not moving from her spot on her bed, “It’s like, 5 am, go back to bed.”

Her ears had always been sharp, but you were still surprised the little noise you’d made had woken her up. “Sorry, Sasha.”

She simply mumbled in response before going right back to snoring.

You climbed into your bed after stripping from the hoodie and leggings you’d put on and settling back into your pajamas from earlier. Despite your efforts, you couldn’t sleep a wink, your thoughts consumed by Eren’s words.

Who was he in love with?

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a/n: hey besties! just wanted to get the cross posting out of the way first lmao. hope y’all enjoyed !

#aot fics #eren x reader #eren yaeger x reader #eren jaeger x reader #glued

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ppoquita · 3 years

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Guide Me to Where You Are

Tags: bae seungmin x reader, wandering spirit!seungmin, tw: death, mentioned way of death, character death

Length: 3.3k words

Edited by my beloved @preciousdeerchild !!

This was loosely based on a little indie game called Cozy Grove and my obsessed with seungmin + forests

Seungmin couldn’t remember a lot, which was a shame. For as long as he’s been a wandering spirit, he’s only ever known the overgrown and lonesome forest where he died. (Or so he assumed he died there, he wasn’t quite sure anymore.) His only friends were forest creatures. However, deer and squirrels don’t make great company. He would much rather be in the company of humans. Even better if they could actually see and hear him. Occasionally, when some campers had brave hearts, they’d settle in Seungmin’s favorite area to loiter. Then for a few nights, Seungmin felt close to being alive again. He’d sit with the campers and listen in on their spooky stories and sing along with their cheesy campfire songs. It was fun. Until they left and Seungmin was alone again.

He was truly in a pitiful state of being until he met you. He’d never met a spirit scout as pretty as you. Granted, he’d never met a spirit scout to begin with. At first, he was hesitant to get attached, he figured at some point you’d leave just like the other campers did. However, the fact you could see him and talk to him made him the happiest spirit to ever wander that wretched forest.

Your presence alone slowly made Seungmin’s memory start to jog again. He understood that as a spirit scout, it was your job to help find things that will help him remember his past and then pass over into the afterlife. Seungmin didn’t know such an organization existed. However, you explained it's a private organization for other humans with your gift. It’s tucked away from society and spirit scouts spend more time in deep woodlands and abandoned places. Seungmin liked to think that he must have finally moved up the waiting list for them to finally send you.

Talking to you was probably his favorite pastime other than watching you catch fish and dig up root vegetables. From what he could remember, he was never as good at camping as you were. He could ask you all sorts of questions as he watched you go about your day-to-day tasks to maintain survival. You were a true outdoor adventurer. “It’s all in the training and the endless handbooks.” you’d reply nonchalantly. Regardless of your humility, Seungmin was beyond impressed with your skills.

“A camera!” he remembered one night as he sat by watching you roast some walnuts.

“A camera?” you raised your eyebrows.

He stroked his chin excitedly and got up to pace around. “Yeah, yeah.” He paced back and forth. “I remember… I had a camera, a film camera! I was taking photos of flowers, and I had a friend with me. I don’t remember his name, though.” Seungmin used all his willpower to remember his friend’s name. “Jango? Jongin? What was his name? Ugh, what was his name?!” He squeezed his eyes closed as if his friend’s face was magically going to appear. He couldn’t remember. Too much time had passed.

Instead, when he opened his eyes, they met your shining ones. He blinked a few times before he felt the tip of ears burn red. Your face was so close to his that he could hardly breathe. Even though you couldn’t touch him, he could still feel your energy close to him. It felt nice like a good warm hug from his loved ones, which he missed even if he had forgotten all their faces. He always admired how good-natured you seemed to be. “Can you tell me about this camera? Where could it possibly be?” you asked. He looked deep inside his memories. The only thing that came to mind was a stream of water.

He eagerly told you what he knew and watched as you pressed your lips together while thinking deeply. You adjusted your ascot under your uniform, and looked at him determinedly. Seungmin's heart raced a little as he looked at your serious business face. To him, you were cuter than any little woodland creature. For the first time in a long time, he felt excitement, and it was all thanks to you.

“Alright then, tomorrow I’ll do everything I can to find it,” you promised. “Maybe it’ll help you remember your friend.”

That next day was agonizing. He watched you shoveling up piles of dirt for hours by the nearby stream. His palms were sweaty as the two of you stood closer to the edge of the stream. The distance between where you stood and where the water was made him extremely anxious. To him, it felt as though the stream was babbling forbidden and dead languages. He watched as you took out a metal detector and paced around aimlessly. Despite his worries, he noticed how calm you were. It gave him courage to continue on.

The sun started to set and you were still hard at work. “Forget it, there’s always tomorrow.” Seungmin pouted as he attempted to kick a rock even though he couldn’t touch it. He looked over to see you bent down looking at washed up garbage.

“No, no,” you shook your head. “It’s here… I have a feeling it’s close.” You were so sure of it that Seungmin had no choice but to follow. Although, he worried you were working too hard. He’d much rather watch you happily snuggled up in your sleeping bag after a nice dinner. “Is there anything else you can remember?” you asked.

Seungmin looked around. He bit his lip as he looked at the trees. He tapped his foot rapidly trying to force his own memory to work. “Tree... A sad tree. It was so sad, I had to take a photo.” Just like that you started looking around for any sad looking trees. The tree could have rotted away by now but Seungmin knew you were determined.

Soon enough, the two of you found a very pitiful tree. It had little to no foliage and its branches were thin. It leaned far to the right and overall looked ready to fall over and die. Seungmin remembered his friend again. He saw the distant memory of himself taking a photo while his friend was trying to grab fish with a sharpened staff. “This is the tree, I’m sure of it,” he said. He watched you take your metal detector and pace around the premises. Suddenly, there was a beeping. He watched you quickly dig up a metal box. Seungmin tilted his head with intrigue. He felt a nostalgic energy coming from the box. He felt an undeniable connection to it. He scratched the back of his neck while staring at it.

“Hey, come over here,” you said, motioning for Seungmin to come closer. “The only way to know if it’s really yours is if you touch it.” Seungmin gulped at the sound of your words. He wasn’t ready. Or, at least, he didn’t feel ready. Hesitantly, he walked over to you. You earnestly had the box held out, ready for him to hold. He took it from your hands. Magically, the box began to shine and so did Seungmin. His spirit color changed from monochrome to vibrant hues and he seemed to be more human-like. He no longer looked ice-like and dreary. You stood staring for a moment and Seungmin gave you a nervous smile. “Wow” was the only word that escaped from your lips.

“What’s wrong?” Seungmin asked.

You shook your head. “Nothing, it’s just that… I didn’t know you were so handsome.” Your comment flattered Seungmin. He couldn’t remember if anyone had ever called him handsome when he was alive, but the fact that you did while he was a spirit was something special. You were truly the best thing to have happened to him. If it were up to him, he’d stay with you forever. Help you wherever you went, cozy up next to you by the crackling campfire, stargaze with you on quiet nights - he’d do all that and more. He was starting to think he didn’t really want to pass over into the afterlife.

The two of you sat by the campfire. Seungmin sat close to you as he held the metal box to his chest. He liked campfires because he could actually feel the energy of the heat against his cold spirit. He also liked you because he could feel your warmth as well. “You wouldn’t happen to remember where you left those keys would you?” you asked, referring to the lock on the metal box. Seungmin pressed his lips together as he stared deep in the campfire. He couldn’t remember.

“No,” he sighed. He watched as your shoulders slumped down. In part, he felt bad. It had been almost a year since the two of you met; he started to think you felt homesick.

That night as Seungmin watched over you while you slept, he decided to try and jog his memory. He scratched the back of his head and paced back and forth. He decided to take a walk in the area which he woke up in after he passed. He softly touched the trees and walked around in a circle. He wanted to remember something, anything. Seungmin sat in the middle of the circle he had walked and slumped his shoulders. Then, out of the corner of his eye, he saw something peeking out from a tree. It looked to be a jacket hung from a branch. He got up to investigate it and felt like the jacket had a familiar feeling. He softly touched it and he saw his hands glow brightly. Suddenly, he remembered that it was his jacket that got wet when he and his friend visited the stream. He hung it up to let it dry and forgot it until now. He checked the pockets carefully and found the keys. Bae Seungmin was written on the keychain tag. That was his name.

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“Your spirit colors changed. You practically look alive,” you said as you looked at Seungmin. Seungmin curiously watched as you put some mushrooms to cook over the fire. He didn’t want to tell you what he found just yet. “You’re a lot more handsome than you sound.” Seungmin only smiled as he rubbed the back of his head.

Seungmin felt guilty. He was being utterly selfish as he kept the found keys a secret from you. He didn’t want to leave you just yet; he wanted to be with you just a little longer. In the long time that he’s done nothing but wander, you made him feel happiness. Afterlife meant nothing to him if you weren’t there. Seungmin bit his lip and disappeared into the forest. He went to an open field where forgotten flowers grew. In a way, he could relate to the field flowers since he was hidden away and untouched by the outside world. Seungmin picked the prettiest flowers just for you. Unlike himself, these flowers were able to die and regrow as many times as they wanted. It was silly that he felt envious over some flowers but when you’re drifting aimlessly for so long, time has a way of kicking you down.

Seungmin returned with the flowers to your campsite. He took a moment to watch you hang up some wet laundry. You were humming a tune that seemed familiar to him but what did he know. He’d been dead too long. “Hey,” he called out. You turned to look at him with a smile. Seungmin held out his flowers. “I got these for you. They’re not much but I really appreciate all the stuff you’ve been doing for me,” Seungmin explained. He watched as you took the flowers from his hands and looked around. He carefully followed behind you. You took a discarded water bottle and put the plants inside. He pressed his lips together with a smile.

“I love them,” you assured him. You looked up at the sky and saw the clouds had turned a dreary grey and sighed. “So much for laundry.” You sat on the log by the extinguished campfire and Seungmin sat next to you. He didn’t know what to say or how to tell you his recent discovery. The two of you only sat in silence.

“I think, after you pass over, I’m gonna give up being a spirit scout,” you suddenly opened up.

Seungmin looked at you with wide eyes. “Why?” he asked.

“Dunno. We’ve been out here for months and I had a lot of time to think and well, I’m just not as passionate as I used to be.” You slumped your shoulders. As if you timed it perfectly, tiny droplets of rain started falling from the sky. Seungmin’s heart was shattered as you spoke. He felt as though he was responsible for you starting to lose your spark. He had no sense of time but you did. The rain started to come down harder and you held your head low. Seungmin shook his head. It was all his fault. You were suffering because he wanted to keep you longer.

“Wait, I-I have something to confess,” Seungmin burst out. You looked at him curiously as the rain was pouring down on you, dampening your hair. “I found a jacket that was mine. Inside the pockets are a pair of keys. I think they’re for the camera.” He watched as your eyebrows furrowed. As if you didn’t believe him. “Wait here.” He quickly went to the location where he hid the jacket and quickly went back to you. He put the jacket over your soaked head and showed you the keys.

“Seungmin, when did you find this?”

“Two nights ago! I promise, I was going to tell you but then I realized if I passed over… I wouldn’t see you anymore and well, you’re the best thing that happened to me. I’m sorry, I was gonna keep you here longer.” Seungmin looked down at the ground. He bit his lip and dropped the keys in your hand. Your energy was still warm, even if you were upset.

“Were you really gonna keep me here hostage?” you asked. Seungmin squeezed his eyes and nodded. “Wow, I didn’t think you were like that. I’m sorry, but my job is to help you pass over, Seungmin. I can’t be with you forever nor can I make any promises.”

“I know, I’m so sorry. Can you forgive me? Even if I do pass, I don’t want to pass on bad terms.” Seungmin looked you dead in the eyes. His eyes might have seemed soulless compared to yours but he was genuine. He didn’t want you to be angry at him forever or quit the spirit scouts because he wronged you.

“Seungmin… I forgive you.” You got up to look at him face to face. “Let’s open that box.” Seungmin picked up the box for you and followed you into your tent. The two of you sat on opposite sides of the box. You slowly inserted the key and turned it. The box popped open and the two of you saw an old digital camera. You turned it on and Seungmin looked over your shoulder. It still had battery life even after all this time. You went to look at the gallery and the camera was full of pictures of flowers, Seungmin, and his friend.

“Jangjun…” Seungmin said. You looked over at him to see a tear running down his cheek. His dear friend who he missed. It had been so long since Seungmin last thought about him. “My friend’s name was Jangjun,” he said as he wiped his tears. He saw you shed a tear as well.

“Do you want to hold it?” You asked. Seungmin hesitantly took it from your hands and his spirit color turned full rich colors. He had turned into what he fully looked like alive before his passing. “Seungmin?” you asked, reaching out your hand to touch him. Seungmin jumped when your hand touched his head. He looked at you, spooked as you held your hand and you looked at him with wide eyes. “I… I touched you… and you felt me.”

Seungmin held out his hand and you hesitantly took it. The two of you were holding hands. Seungmin interlocked his fingers with yours. Just then, it was all coming back to him as he looked at your teary eyed face. “I fell… I fell to my death and died. Jangjun and I… we were hiking… he slipped. I grabbed onto his sleeve to stop him from falling but before I knew it we both fell.” Seungmin started to cry, remembering it all. He tried to hide his face from you but it was no use. It was a flash in his memory. He remembered vividly plummeting to the ground and waking up where he last slept. At first he thought it was a nightmare but Jangjun was nowhere to be found.

“Seungmin… I’m so sorry,” you interrupted his thoughts. He turned to see you, looking just as heart broken as himself.

Seungmin only shook his head as he smiled despite crying harder. “I’m gonna pass over now, thanks to you.” He turned to look at you. He noticed you were still holding his hand. “Thank you for everything. Thank you for teaching me how to feel alive again, for teaching me what it was like to fall in love again.” He smiled.

“Fall in love?” your eyebrows raised with surpise at his comment.

“Yeah, I think I’m in love with you. That’s why I didn’t want to go, but it’s too late.” Seungmin sighed. He felt a tug on his arm and looked over at you. You pulled him into a hug. He hesitantly wrapped his arms around you as well. He didn’t want to go, but he knew he couldn’t stay. Slowly he felt himself slipping from you. He couldn’t feel you anymore, he only felt your warm energy. No skin to skin contact. His eyes started to fog with white shining lights. “Goodbye, my dear friend.”

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Seungmin woke up again. He blinked a few times as he looked at sunlight shining through trees. Confused, he sat up. His head felt like it was punched over and over. He rubbed his face. It looked exactly like where your campsite was. You were gone though. There were only remnants of a campfire. Seungmin got up and he began wandering around. His wandering turned into panicking. He ran aimlessly. He didn’t understand why but his heart was telling him which way to go. He kept running and running.

Eventually, he saw a way out. There were actual people who were going into the forest. As he ran he saw them turn their heads to look at him. He was never acknowledged by normal people. They could never see him until now. The path led to a parking area. He looked around and saw your worn out olive green spirit scout uniform. Seungmin was full of adrenaline as he called out your name loudly. You turned to look at him with wide eyes. He caught up to you. “Seungmin?” You asked.

“I’m here!”

“Seungmin? I thought… I thought you passed?” you said in disbelief. Seungmin smiled as he looked at you. You leaned over to pinch him and Seungmin jumped. “Oh my gosh. I touched you. Seungmin… you lived? Wait no… you’re alive again? How is this possible?” your eyes started to tear up. Seungmin still stood with a wide smile. He hesitantly got closer to wipe your tears away. He touched you. He felt your skin again. He could finally feel more than just your energy. “Wait! Come here!” You said taking his arm. Seungmin felt you press two fingers under his jaw. “Seungmin, you have a pulse! You’re alive… You’re alive!”

“Yeah, I’m alive. Just like you.”

#golden child #golden child imagines #golden child scenarios #bae seungmin x reader #bae seungmin #luv docs

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apenapaperandadoofus · 4 years

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um ur taking v requests right? can we have a shy mc who never saw herself as pretty as models whom v saws and asks her for a photograph? think of "funny face" (audrey hepburn movie) i feel like it's a movie that fits v + mc uwu

Yup yup!

Sadly I’ve never seen the film but I hope I did a good job! 😓 I didn’t want to Google it because I want to actually see it now, so I hope you don’t mind!

.........

You had never really felt pretty

It didn’t help that almost everyday you would see a beautiful woman on magazines, or advertisements

Everytime you saw them, your self esteem went lower and lower, and you said horrible things to yourself

Also it didn’t help that you literally worked with models every day, taking pictures of them, it just made you feel worse

One day, you were feeling pretty bad, your self esteem plummeted to the ground and you weren’t feeling good

So you decided to take a break from seeing people pictures for a while, and to see something new

You saw that there was an exhibition from pretty famous photographers, and their theme was mostly about nature, so you decided to give it a go

Honestly...you didn’t know what to expect

But as soon as you walked into the room and saw those pictures? Your mood shifted

You walked over to see each and every picture

There was one with a flower on a cliff

Then another one of the galaxy

And then more flowers

And then you saw one of the sun...

And...you didn’t know what to say

You were speechless

It was beautiful

You didn’t know how long you spent standing looking at the picture

But you let out a yelp when someone all of a sudden touched your shoulder

A guy with mint colored hair was beside you, and he also jumped in surprise when you did

The two of you stood in awkward silence for a bit until he shyly smiled and asked you what you thought of the picture, since you had been staring at it for a while

You were pretty shy, but you managed to whisper and stutter a response

One thing lead to another, and the man, who’s name was V, or well Jihyun, literally gave you the picture

Why? You didn’t fucking know, but like what the hell my dude?

“I can’t accept this Mr. Jihyun! Really, thank you but it’s too much!”

He laughed and shook his head. “It’s alright. How about you repay me by helping me with a little project of mine? And please, call me Jihyun.”

You flushed, and you found you couldn’t refuse his offer, after all, he was looking at you with sparkling eyes, and how could you say no to that face?

You both agreed to meet in a pretty famous place. It had a bautiful lake

It was perfect for taking pictures

When the day finally came, you packed your camera (just in case) and quickly drove off to the spot where you decided to meet!

Let’s just hope he doesn’t murder me... you thought as you kept your eyes on the road

After getting lost and making plenty of turns left and right, somehow you magically managed to get to the meeting spot!

V was setting up his camera a few feet away from you, and he smiled as soon as he saw you

“H-hello!” You cheerfully tried to say

But nothing came out of your mouth

The man was just too beautiful, you couldn’t help but become speechless when he was smiling brightly at you, the sun shining behind him, along with a beautiful lake

“Thank you for coming Y/N. Um, I apologize though. It seems that the other person that was supposed to meet us here to model, suddenly canceled. I’m sorry I made you come all this way...”

You shook your head. “No! It’s alright Jihyun! Its fine. But...uh...model? I thought we were taking pictures of the forest and lake...”

“I’m trying out soemthing new. I normally prefer taking pictures of nature and other objects, but I wanted to challenge myself a bit....I recently found out how...how beautiful humans can actually be. I want to be able to capture the moment when a person shows their emotions. I want to pause that moment in time, and be able to see every single detail of the person. It’d be amazing to capture something like that, and to be able to feel the same thing that the person is feeling, just from seeing the picture. I thought of that when I saw you that day...”

“M-me?”

V nodded, and shyly smiled. “The way you stared at that picture...you looked beautiful. The way your eyes shone, the way your mouth was slightly parted...I could just...I wanted to capture that moment. Ah, I’m sorry if it sounds weird, I promise that’s all it was! Sorry for rambling so much. And besides, I just had time until tomorrow to show the project, so I think I should drop it. I mean...it’s kind of silly right?”

You bit your lip and looked at the ground, you face red and shook your head. “Not at all! It’s alright Jihyun. Thank you. I didn’t know I could...inspire someone like that. It actually...it sounds like an amazing project, and I really wish I could help you, really! Maybe I could find someone from my work that could come and model for you...?”

V nodded, but as you started to dial a number on your phone, he gently stopped you and smiled. “Wait! If you don’t mind, why don’t you model for me? You’re the perfect candidate for this, after all, I got inspired by you. It’s perfect.”

“Wha...? Wait, no Jihyun it’s just...I really want to help but I...I don’t model....I’m not cut out for it.”

“Not cut out for it...?”

“I’m not pretty like all those models, and I don’t know if I can even model at all! I mean it just scares me so much, and I am just not beautiful....I’m not going to be good at it.”

“....Y/N. Hey...look at me....” you slowly stared into V’s eyes, which were also a beautiful mint color. You blushed as you kept staring at him.

“From the first moment that I saw you...I wanted you to model for me. I just couldn’t take my eyes off you the whole time and...I think you’re perfect. Y/N, you’re beautiful, so please don’t think like that again. It’s alright if you don’t want to model, but please know that you’re pretty, even more than all of those models combined.”

You blushed even more and when V finished talking, he blushed too, and brushed the back of his neck. He clearly just blurted out everything he said, and he didn’t stop to think it through. He was being absolutely honest, and now he was embarassed because he didn’t know how you would ract.

After a few minutes you shyly smiled and looked up at V. “M-maybe...I can...help you for a bit. After all, I do have to pay you back for that picture.”

V smiled and the two of you got to work!

At first you were pretty awkard, not knowing where to look or how to pose, but V told you to relax and gave you words of encouragement, which made you feel more comfortable

Soon, you felt more and more relaxed, and you began to pose more naturally. Of course, you were blushing like crazy the whole time, especially knowing that V was looking at you through the camera lens.

When you were done V walked over to you and showed you the pictures

And you were...speechless

For the first time in your life...you felt beautiful.

V gave you a proud look and smiled. “These are wonderful, Y/N. You look beautiful in every single one.”

You blushed and thanked him. After, V told you that he could send you the images after he edited them a bit, which he was sure he wouldn’t have to do that much, and so he asked for your contact info.

The two of you said goodbye and you drove home. As soon as you walked inside your apartment you got a message from V.

He sent you all the pictures and a location and time.

The exihibiton is the day after tomorrow. I hope I can see you there. Thank you for all the help, Y/N. These are the most wonderful photos I have taken in a while.

You sent him some thanks and complimented his photography skills as well, since you knew that he was the reason the pictures ended up so well.

So I’ll see you the day after tomorrow? He asked.

Yes! You replied, a smile on your face.

Then it’s a date :)

Your heart stopped and you almost dropped your phone

A...a date??? With him???

You squealed and quickly went to your closet, trying to pick out what clothes to wear.

You couldn’t stop smiling the whole night.

............

Meanwhile, a photographer with mint colored hair laid on his bed and looked at a picture

He smiled as he saw you, his heart beating fast and his cheeks flushed.

He whispered your name and then went to sleep, unable to stop smiling and smiling.

#mystic messenger #jihyun mysme #jumin han #saeyoung choi #mysme #saeran choi #yoosung kim #jaehee kang #choi bois

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minthysugamon · 3 years

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Everybody wants to Rule the World. (Part 2)

Noble Assistant,Sergeant! Namjoon x Assassin! Reader.

1789! AU

Word Count: 2,111 (angel number go brrr again)

Warnings: Slight misogyny,beheading,blood,death...i think that's all.

(Credit for the Original Photo: @/athenaa. I only edited it a little bit. But all credit goes to the original artist who posted the photo first in it's original version)

(Painting: La liberté guidant le peuple by Eugène Delacroix)

12 Août,1787. (Flashback)

After reading every word of Voltaire,Maximilien became more and more riled up by the thrill of the revolution. The adrenaline of change was getting the best of him,he had no time to care about his little sister,(Y/n) Robespierre,who would simply block him from getting in the city. The Robespierre family was more than just concerned about their eldest child,the Gem of their family. (Y/n) hated the injustice their father casted upon them. She wanted to learn,he wouldn't let her. Henriette tried to reason her but stubborn,like her brother,she went up in Paris,alone,in the quest of knowledge.

After arriving at Le Marais,her first goal was to find her brother. Nothing more,nothing less. And finding him,she did. But not in his expected state. "Maximilien,laissez moi entrer.¹" A groan was heard from the man but he got up to let his sistet in. "What are you doing here? I told you to stay at home,in Arras. Is it so hard to follow my or father's wishes?" He sighed and pulled a chair out for her. 'How chivalrous.' (Y/n) thought to herself. "Mon frère,i came here to ask you a favor." Her eyes,full of hope,heart racing,the negative answer from him already anticipated. "And what would that favor be? If it's to join some political club,it's a no. And i won't listen to any begging. No is-" "I know. No is no. I don't even want to join those. All i wanted to ask from you is to teach me the art of law."

Maximilien sighed. He knew she will never be accepted as a lawyer,as much as she wanted. In the end,(Y/n) was a woman. Not a male apprentice. But a simple woman. "So...? Will you please teach me...?" Her voice resonated through the small living room,a hint of hope and a dust of desperation sticking to it. "No. I can't. I already taught you everything you had to know. I can't teach you more." Maximilien simply sat down on a chair,looking at her. How could have his sister,a woman from such a delicate mother,turned out like a man? "Is it because i'm a woman?" "It's because you won't be accepted. I'm only doing you a favor here,if you haven't noticed. Ta demande est ridicule. Et tu le sais très bien.² I won't let a Robespierre be turned into laughing stock. Not only your honor depends on it,but our whole family's."

Objecting her brother was the worst thing she could ever do. The man was stubborn and always stuck to his own ideologies for the better or the worst. "But you know-" "STOP IT. NOW. I DON'T WANT TO HEAR ABOUT THAT ANYMORE. I SAID NO. AND NOTHING WILL CHANGE THAT. YOU ARE A WOMAN. KNOW YOUR PLACE FOR GOD'S SAKE." The heavy breathing coming from the eldest was enough to make the atmosphere heavy between them. (Y/n) stood up and put the chair back as if she was never on it. "Alright. Thank you for your time,Maître Robespierre. Je me tâcherai à ne plus vous contre-dire.³" Stepping out of the residence,(Y/n) let the door slam against it's frame. The silence was too heavy around Maximilien. He wanted to tell her he's sorry,but he knew it won't change anything. Her pride was too high for her own good. So he put his aside for once,as unwilling as he was. "Alright. Come back. If you want to learn. You will learn. From me. But don't tell anyone about this. Est-ce clair?⁴"

The young woman's eyes lit up. For the first time,she achieved to coerce something useful out of her brother,something that will be helpful for her future. "Crystal clear,Maximilien." She did a 180 and started walking towards the door of the small and stuffed place the elder was living in,passing right beside him. "So? When do we start? I wanna know everything." An innocent but playful smile spreading on her face as she spoke took Maximilien by surprise. "Quoi?⁵ Not even a simple thank you?" The tone in his voice was laced with fake-hurt. He was annoyed but somewhat proud of her sister's persuasion skills. If she was a man,she would've been a very good lawyer. Putting ultimatums where they belong,it requires skill.

14 Juillet,1789.

After getting some powder,Namjoon was finally recharging his gun,the fact he owed his life to a revolutionist still had him shocked. 'Why?' wasn't his only question though,he wanted to know more about that woman. "COUPEZ-LUI LA TÊTE!⁶" the chant of the crowd grew louder and louder as his foster father was escorted by some peasants. While the sergeant of the troop was laying dead jn the hallway,the squad's organisation itself was frantic,none of them had endured such debauchery before.

"Sir,what should we do? We can't let the colonel down." One of the soldiers finally spoke up after a long moment of silence. His ears were ringing. The loud gun noises made him lose all auditory senses,but he still spoke up despite not being able to think clearly and having no military experience. "Wait here. If i signal the path is cleared,you follow. Divide in two divisions. We can't sacrifice anyone. If anything,i prefer sacrificing myself if there's a chance to lead you into safety. May God be with all of you."

Namjoon had no idea what came over him and moreover had no idea how to command,but he strong leadership De Launay has showed during his younger years may have stuck with him. One thing is sure,he won't commit the error of turning his troops against himself. Maybe getting killed was his destiny after all,but he would do everything in his power to not have the one who raised him killed. After hiding behind a pillar,the man signaled to the first troop to come and hide behind the chariot. The chariot the battle was going on for,the precious gun powder those uncultured men couldn't use. Hell,even him,he was new to the battle but the situation couldn't degrade more.

"Here's what we're going to do. We have to use up all the powder while the second troop can finally get to safety. Negociating with these savages already failed,we have to act." The youngest soldier, Nathanaël du Rhône, looked him in awe, their leader, Kim Namjoon, the man who was once a Stranger, was more worried about their safety than his. The newly appointed Staff Sergeant pointed to Nathanaël. "You. Signal to the others that they can come,then hide and leave. You have more than just a fight to live. The others,you come with me. Hide,aim and charge. I'll signal you when to shoot." De Launay has noticed his son due to his inattention,his hat was in the wrong direction. He simply smiled at the determination of the young chief then mouthed a simple 'You'll be alright son." in his direction while the three man were still escorting him out to the court of the prison.

"Wait....Now. Shoot." And the men acted as Namjoon said,including himself. They fired the shots,simultaneously touching the three who were holding the Colonel. Recharge,aim shoot again all the people who were flocking in the court. Once they had no other choice and were blocked,the hiding spot was discovered too. But he won't let his men down easily,he wasn't raised to do so. "Gather the explosives. We must light them and decimate the crowd or else this hell will never end."

After throwing one of the smoke torches in the crowd,he started running towards his elder, successfully stabbing one of the new detainers in the throat with the bayonette of his shotgun. "Père.⁷You must come. I beg you." De Launay simply nodded a no and smiled "My destiny was to die protecting the king and the prison. Now go before they get you too. You're too young to die." Namjoon wanted to do another round before he saw the head of the Colonel falling,in addition thhe man's blood splattered over his face as he wasn't more than 3 meters away. "Chef. Ils nous ont encerclé⁸. We must go." A new smoke torch was thrown by the youngest soldier on the ground,blinding the revolutionists as he held back his chief from going rampage over the ones who killed the one he called father. "NO I CAN'T. I CAN'T LET HIM DIE." Namjoon screamed frantically as Nathanaël was pulling him by the arm, at the same time asking for help from his troop mates. Two other men came to hold the new and young Sergeant down,escorting him to a hiding place,not wanting to lose their only commandant in this butchery.

15 Juillet,1789.

After staying up all night,the sun was rising. 'Finally', (Y/N) thought to herself. The night was long enough already when she simply had woken up from night terrors and waited for the light of the day to reassure her,but now that she had to wait for her brother, it seemed like an eternity. Sitting on the roof of the house Maître Robespierre lived in,she had the privilege to eat something that many couldn't, an apple. The thought of saving that guy in the early afternoon was prancing around her mind, not fully understanding why she did what she did. 'I should've killed him. Now he's one of my countless problems.' Her inner monologue was eating her up,much like she was munching on the green fruit. Due to the bad harvests of the previous years,it was as sour as her mood.

After finishing the apple,eating the core,even if it was more than just acidic and putting the seeds into a small pocket of her leather pants,she knew she should get down the roof and change back into her normal attire to hide her activity. As long as Maximilien didn't know about anything,she was safe. He wouldn't condone her actions even if she was killing the noblemen he oh so strongly opposed. As murderous as his desires were, the thought of a woman being better than him made his skin crawl. The crowd had finally died down too,people went back to their residences or the small shelter they were at to sleep,it was around two in the morning that the chants started to become more and more quiet and at three,not a single soul was seen wandering the streets. It was although now five in the morning and she knew,her brother would soon come back from the whorehouse he went to. After finally getting into her dress,she went out the door to finally get some bread. 'Oh to be a man and not give a piece of mind about the opinions of others.' she thought as she entered the local bakery.

"Bien le bonjour, mademoiselle⁹ ,early today,i see! Let me guess,the usual or are we changing it up today?" The baker, Jean-Hugues Lefèvre, was known for his kindness towards his costumers although since bread was a missing article nowadays,he always managed to sneak some to the poorest families,giving up his rations to save others. The baker had already started packing the two loaves,as usual until his actions were interrupted by (Y/n)'s voice. "Just one loaf will be enough,thank you. I'm only buying for my brother,i am going back home today." As he was choosing the best loaf,he raised an eyebrow. "Oh? So soon? It hasn't been two months thought,as you said ten days ago." She smiled awkwardly,not knowing how to engage in the small talk,making herself feel smaller. "Well...i guess the Parisian air made me feel a little bit exthau-" her phrase couldn't be finished as somebody barged into the shop.

"Bonjour, Monsieur Lefèvre." The intruder was a tall man,smelling like gunpowder and cologne "Bonjour, Sergent Kim. Congratulations on your rank. You fought well. I am sorry about what happened with the Colonel. What can i serve you with?" Jean-Hugues gave (Y/N) the loaf as he told her the price and the another man looked at her. "Three loaves please..." Thoughtful was the only way to describe him once he caught a look of the eyes of the woman,and (Y/N) had a suspicion why,so she ushered herself out of the bakery. "Wait a minute." The man called out. So she turned around "Yes?" Trying to seem confident out of the cape and mask that hid her face yesterday was harder to do than to say. "Haven't we met somewhere?" A genuine curiosity was displayed on his face. As much as she knew the right answer,the lie was necessary. "I don't think so. Have a nice day,Monsieur Lefèvre." And the girl started heading to the Robespierre residence.

Left dumbfounded and with three loaves for his 10 men, Namjoon was thinking about where he had seen those eyes before. "The girl from yesterday."

Translations

¹ Let me enter

² Your request is ridiculous. And you know that well.

³ I'll make sure to never argue with you again.

⁴ Is it clear?

⁵ What?

⁶ Chop his head off!

⁷ Father.

⁸Chief,they have surrounded us.

⁹Well good morning there,Miss.

A/N: Hello there. There will be probably a part 3,but i don't know when. I don't promise it will be before april but i'll try to write it before. Please note that i try to stay as close to history as possible but as this is an AU,there are some modifications here and there. This is pure fiction please do not take this for something real. Thank you. (Only saying because i've gotten some hateful DMs bc of the first part).

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sprnklersplashes · 4 years

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Ask and ye shall receive, the fic in which Karen decks a Republican in the face. Gretchen x Karen. Trigger warning for homophobic language.

There are a lot of really, really great things about being able to drive, Gretchen has come to realise. For one, she’s found it’s a really effective way to kick her anxiety in the ass. Slow down, focus on the road, and the little grey cloud starts to drift away. Two, it means she no longer has to walk to school, or get the bus, or even worse, get the car with Regina. It does mean she can no longer get rides with Janis, but they can carpool sometimes and it’s worth it for number three… She can drive Karen places. To school, home from school, out to the mall, home from the mall.

Or like now, when she’s picking her up from her yoga class. While it was initially something Karen’s mom signed her up for to keep her from getting bored and restless in the house, she’s taken a greater liking to it than either she or Gretchen could have anticipated. Especially with the array of outfits she now has, courtesy of a month ago when Gretchen let Karen drag her all around the sportswear store. Her Instagram is now filled with photos of her in her various colour coordinated outfits, completing the pose with her yoga mat and sticker-covered water bottle. Many of those photos were taken by Gretchen herself, both fulfilling her duty as girlfriend and making use of the photography skills she’s picked up over time. Except this time she’s doing it without a certain someone snipping at her every five seconds, so it’s even better.

Sitting on the hood of her car, she opens up the email about the photography course her dad had sent her. ‘Seems like something you’d like’ he had offered. ‘You know, you’re always taking pictures one that phone of yours and they turn out nice. Maybe you could do even better with a real camera’. Despite her protests over who would pay for a camera, she hasn’t stopped being tempted by it since her father proposed it. The more she read, the better it sounded, spending three weeks learning how to take the best shots, play with editing, practice with models (meaning drama students from the same art college, but hey, maybe she’d run into Damian there). As the last days of school approach, so does the deadline and she finds herself running out of reasons to say no. Something she’s used to, but in this context, it’s for once not a bad thing.

“Gretch!” When she looks up, she’s greeted to the sight of her girlfriend, sunshine hair and sunshine smile, scurrying across the parking lot to meet her. Her hair is held off her face in a high ponytail, the perfect style for kissing her neck later, but for now it’s perfect for yoga, and videos on her Instagram of the post-yoga ice cream she and Gretchen always get (she earns it, after all). She bounds up to Gretchen and throws her arms around her, giggling into the crook of her neck. “I missed you.”

“You shouldn’t miss me,” she replies. “You should be busy having fun.”

“I can do both,” Karen grins. “So are we getting ice cream?”

“Of course we are,” Gretchen replies.

“Oh wait, I need to kiss you first!” Gretchen barely has any time to laugh before Karen pulls her against her and presses a sweet kiss to her lips, tasting like strawberry lipgloss and mint-tinged water. A thrill runs down her spine and it banishes any bad thoughts that could lurk in her mind.

“Excuse me?” a voice says from behind them. They pull apart for Gretchen to see a girl around their age, maybe younger, a yoga mat also thrown over her shoulder, raising an eyebrow at the two of them, eyes narrowed. There’s something in her gaze, the contempt in the curl of her mouth that makes Gretchen instinctively want to pull away from Karen.

“Oh hi Molly!” Karen says brightly. “Gretchen, this is Molly, she does yoga with me. Molly this is Gretchen, my girlfriend.”

“Girlfriend?” Molly echoes flatly, her eyes flitting over Gretchen. While the sun doesn’t disappear overhead, but the parking lot gets colder. “You’re…. a lesbian?”

“Oh, I’m pansexual,” she corrects, her voice still sunny as ever. “See?” She taps the pan flag sticker on her bottle. “Gretchen’s a lesbian though. So’s our friend Janis.”

“Okay,” Molly says sharply. Karen’s smile dips. Gretchen wraps her own shaking hand around Karen’s. Molly flicks her ponytail off her shoulder and marches towards them, making Gretchen’s heart pound. Luckily for her, she maintains a little distance between them. “Look Karen, I don’t mind your lifestyle. In fact, I respect it. A lot. But for God’s sake….”

Gretchen tries not to visibly cringe, but the words cause a hurt in her chest that’s not unlike her usual anxiety, but there’s a cold undercurrent to it, the words sickeningly familiar and picking at her skin. She tries to swallow pas the hard lump in her throat.

“What’s wrong?” Karen asks, beautifully oblivious.

“Karen,” Molly scoffs. At that moment, Gretchen bites the inside of her cheek, her chest flushing and while it’s not the first time she’s gotten angry, she’s still unused to it. She hasn’t gotten into the habit of letting it out in the moment rather than her usual “put it in a bottle, push it down and let it fester” tactic. But she doesn’t think she can push it down this time around. “Karen… there are kids here.”

“Yeah I know!” she goes on, glancing at the kid’s ballet class two doors down from her yoga studio. “They’re cute aren’t they?”

“Yes. And they don’t need to be exposed to that kind of lifestyle.”

An invisible weight slams into Gretchen’s stomach, harder than any punch. She sinks down onto the hood of the car on cold legs. Her whole body is cold, her limbs feeling as though they’ve been detached from one another and float next to each other. When she tears begin to form in her eyes, she can’t even muster up the effort to blink them away. She’s not like Cady, who looks for the best in people, or Janis, who even when she gets hurt, follows it up with a middle finger. Where they make impacts, Gretchen just gets impacted.

Karen’s mouth falls open when she takes a look at her, and her gentle, warm fingers wipe her cheeks, kissing the wet tracks. Then her jaw sets, her shoulders tense underneath her tank top and she whips around to face the other girl, so quickly Gretchen is treated to a ponytail in the face.

“You know what, Molly?” Karen says, striding over to her. “You are really not nice.”

Molly whirls around and nearly falls to the ground, not of her own accord, but because Karen just punched her in the face. She shakes out her hand, wincing and checking for marks, meanwhile Molly looks at her with her mouth hanging open and her eyes wide and blazing. She stands there, frozen in that tableau, the only sound being the tiny, appalled squeaks escaping her mouth as she searches for the right words. Or any words.

“Don’t be mean,” Karen hisses. If Gretchen wasn’t watching the scene for herself, she wouldn’t even think that was Karen speaking. “Especially not to Gretchen.”

Yet when she turns around, all she sees is Karen, pushing a loose strand of hair away from her face and grinning at her.

“So are we going for ice cream now?” she asks, as if there wasn’t a dazed and shell-shocked girl holding her cheek, an angry purple bruise already beginning to form there.

“Sure,” Gretchen says, her eyes still lingering on Molly. Dazed, she follows Karen into the car and hops into the driver’s seat while Karen toys with the radio and starts humming and dancing along with the pop song that blasts out of the speakers. Her dancing is only slightly off beat, her humming occasionally punctuated with a nonsensical noise. As they pull out of the parking lot, Molly gets to her feet, still staring after the car in utter shock, fury evident in her tight fists. Her bag swings around just in time for Gretchen to see the red Trump sticker glaring out at them and she grimaces. “Oh, gross.”

“So gross,” Karen agrees as she applies lipgloss. “She’s really gross.”

“You took care of her,” she adds, smirking. Karen hums casually and shrugs, screwing the lid of her lipgloss back on tightly.

“She had it coming,” she says. “I don’t like mean people. Especially when they’re mean to you.” With pink cheeks, Gretchen lifts Karen’s hand in her free one and kisses it.

“You’re the best,” she says, meaning every word. “Though I really want to know where you learned to punch like that.”

“Janis taught me!” she says proudly and Gretchen has to hold herself back from groaning. There’s another conversation to be had later. “By the way, I might start taking up boxing. There’s this cool adults class my mom found.” Shaking her head, Gretchen smiles and heads off down the road in the direction of the ice cream parlour, trying to imagine Karen in kickboxing.

Well, if nothing else, it’s more ice cream dates for them.

#mean girls broadway #karen x gretchen #gretchen wieners #karen smith #laura leigh turner meet me in the pit

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galemalio · 5 years

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Dr. Flug Theory: Growing Up Neglected and Being the Scapegoat

Black Hat kept Flug after Flug crashed his plane into his house. But ever wonder why Flug chose to work under Black Hat?

Black Hat abuses Flug and constantly puts him under stress, fear and pressure. Yet Flug chose to work for him and chose to stay.

Why?

If it’s true that Flug, 5.0.5. and Demencia have no shadows because they have sold their souls to BlackHat, what would Flug sell his soul for?

Warning: this is going to be a long post.

Growing Up Neglected

We first get a glimpse of this in “Villainous-Villain Orientation Guide: Mojo Jojo” where Flug gets emotionally affected by Mojo Jojo’s backstory.

Mojo Jojo went on about how he was continuously overshadowed by his "sisters’" (Powerpuff Girls) physical power and how his "brilliant achievements went unnoticed".

Did Mojo Jojo’s story hit too close to home?

The Family Picture

We can catch a glimpse of how Flug grew up on based further on one picture:

(screenshot from @gabygirl1243)

This picture is already evaluated by other Tumblr users such as gabygirl1243. In essence, I’ll just be summarizing what they have said, while adding my own thoughts to it.

There are theories out there that Goldheart is Flug’s brother.

When Goldheart first appeared, he was glowing yellow and wearing yellow. Therefore yellow might be his identifying character color.

In the family picture, the woman in pink is the mom who’s intimate and shows affection to her yellow son while the man in gray can be the father standing proudly beside him. Their golden child.

Meanwhile, there’s Flug. He wears blue, his identifying color that goes with his signature shirt. He keeps to himself, hands behind his back, with the way his mother’s back is facing him, there is distance between him and his family.

If Mojo Jojo and Flug’s backstories are parallel, Flug is constantly overshadowed by Goldheart. Goldheart, a hero who can fly, glow and is seemingly powerful. He even got a heroic name to the play of words "heart of gold”.

Then there is Flug. No matter his brilliance, no matter his inventions, are constantly ignored in favor of his brother who has more impressive superpowers. Sure, Flug has a pilot’s license but Goldheart can fly! (Ouch.)

The family picture alone shows that Flug grew up with childhood neglect.

The fact that the family picture is torn from the neck up is scary. Because Flug still kept it. To me, this might be a process of impersonalization to rid himself of sympathy and warmth to what was once his family. It’s beyond emotionally distancing himself to them.

He’s emotionally cutting them off by tearing off their heads. So that when he would meet them again, they would mean nothing to him. He would never be under their “control” again (more on this later).

The Drive to Prove Himself

Growing up overshadowed, Flug is constantly filling the void of what he lacked.

Flug lacked recognition, validation and attention so he looks for it outside his family. One of the other pictures in Flug’s room is this:

Based by the body type, hands and signature color blue of the shirt, the person on the right is Flug being interviewed by an anchorwoman. Whatever the story behind this photo, it was important enough for Flug that he puts it on the wall.

Even Flug’s dream in “The Dreadful Dawn” is about earning a praise from BlackHat and is the thing he anticipates the most at the end of the episode.

If Flug stayed around the side of the good guys, he would never escape Goldheart’s shadow.

Goldheart would always outshine Flug no matter how many doctorates he would get or inventions he would make. (Which is kinda bad when he’s already ignored in his family). So that might be one of his reasons for going to the other side (aside from science without ethics allows him to experiment on others).

Perhaps his desire to start on the other side started in his teenage years.

High School

It’s very concerning that Flug graduated from a High School of Evil:

His posture is timid, anxious and wimpy. He’s a dog with his tail between his legs.

Edit: This is young Flug with poor self-esteem. As Good Therapy states, “When a parent is not emotionally attuned to a child, there is no mirror held up, no positive reflection being shared with the child. Developing a positive sense of self, then, becomes more challenging for the child. ”

I doubt that his parents even let him learn how to fight to defend himself since he’s not his brother.

And why does he has a recycle bin over his head? It’s like someone put it in there and he’s too scared to take it off or he doesn’t want anyone recognizing him. But why would he choose such a filthy bin to cover his head?

Does his parents even know he’s enrolled in a high school for villains? Or they don’t care where he studies?

Flug, however, has a deeper problem than childhood neglect.

The ScapeGoat and the Golden Child

Comparing Flug and Goldheart in the family picture, Flug can be seen as someone who is closed off while Goldheart has his hand out in a peace sign, a more friendly gesture. Flug is dressed neatly, while his brother has a not so properly tucked shirt and a crooked tie. Yet his parents dote over him. Goldheart, in their eyes, is the son that can do no wrong.

Goldheart is the golden child both literally and figuratively.

Scapegoats have their major achievements are dismissed. Any time, money or effort spent on them is the bare minimum which might explain how Flug was able to go to the high school of evil.

Even if their parents see themselves as good people, I don’t think they realize how bad they’ve been treating Flug because having a scapegoat lets them project all the faults into, allowing the parents to think themselves and their son as emotionally healthier and more stable than they actually are.

Edit: “Goldheart” in Flug’s dream doesn’t have a heart of gold.

With their parents assigning them to these roles, it pretty much affected the relationship between Flug and Goldheart.

In Flug's dream, Goldheart said, "Admit it, Flug. You're a failure. They should call you Dr. Failure. It doesn't matter what you try."

With these words in Flug’s subconscious, I don’t think Flug was imagining that this was what his family thinks of him. This is just me but it seems like Flug has been hearing this his whole life that it got inside his subconscious.

Their parents may have said those words to him in one form or another, in many ways while growing up. With Goldheart as the perfect child, Flug was the "not good enough”.

Some scapegoats can become high achievers to disprove their parents' claims and the emotional neglect motivates them to perfectionism in order to be worthy to others. Scapegoats can become rebels at the constant state of being looked down upon. Some would find the strength to distance themselves from their abusive family and their reality.

This is what Flug did. Unfortunately he did it by going to the other side.

GoldHeart

Golden children is just a different flavor of abuse. Driven by the constant expectations on them, they lose their sense of self. As Psychology Today states, "It’s a world governed by external achievements, how good you look to other people (including your mother), and not at all about your character, empathy, or inner self."

Which might explain why Goldheart in Flug's dream is a jerk.

Parents of scapegoats and golden children are often narcissistic, seeing the golden child as an extension of themselves and living through them while projecting all their ills to the scapegoats. Goldheart grew up with this.

When Goldheart says those words to Flug in his dream, Goldheart is only reaffirming Flug's role in the family because it's the only way he has a sense of identity: being perfect compared to him.

He knew, subconsciously or consciously, that their parents' love is conditional and that if he stops being perfect, he's going to get treated like Flug. Worse, he might be the new Flug. So he tramples on Flug just to stay in place.

Why Black Hat?

But why Black Hat? Flug could’ve chosen any other villain that would’ve treated him better.

Black Hat is the baddest villain of them all and Flug is going to associate himself to the best of the best of the other side. (If you can’t be loved, why not be feared?) Black Hat recognizes his skill and uses it so.

His boss’ attention is mostly negative and stressful, but at least there’s recognition and validation through sales and being left to live for another day. Flug is basically a person escaping his abusive family and entering another abusive relationship to find what he’s lacking and interpreting the new treatment of abuse as some form of “better”.

All of these, are just theories and character explorations. I can’t wait to watch the next 6 episodes of villainous to learn more :)

#villainous #black hat #dr. flug #dr. flug slys #black #villainous theory #childhood neglect #emotional abuse

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jesus-in-a-life-boat · 5 years

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Queen Survey Results

The results are finally here!!! They took forever to summarize, but I’m finally done. Some of them were obvious, some were rather surprising. Enjoy!

Favourite member

This one was interesting. The results kept changing drastically over the week and I became curious myself. But the final winner of our hearts is...

Roger Taylor

With 213 votes!!!

Next were John (170 votes), Brian (169 votes) and Freddie (154 votes). 25 voters couldn’t choose between these four amazing humans and went with “I don’t know”.

With mind-blowing drumming skills, a sharp wit and the ear-piercing voice, Roger sure is a beloved man. And that’s without mentioning his good looks: beautiful like an angel, yet sexy like a demon. Not half bad.

Favourite album

🏆A Night at the Opera: 182 votes

🏆🏆Sheer Heart Attack: 111 votes

🏆🏆🏆A Day at the Races: 85 votes

News of the World: 82 votes

Queen II: 69 votes

The Game: 36 votes

Jazz: 35 votes

Hot Space: 34 votes

The Works: 31 votes

Queen: 22 votes

Innuendo: 20 votes

A Kind of Magic: 11 votes

The Miracle: 10 votes

Made In Heaven: 3 votes

Favourite writer

All four members of Queen are gifted writers that created brilliant and iconic masterpieces. However, one member stood out and won with 278 votes. The winner is...

FREDDIE FUCKIN’ MERCURY

Ah, yes. Such moving and well-phrased words.

In all seriousness, Freddie’s writing had an insanely impressive range: from the operatic and powerful ballad “Bohemian Rhapsody” to the playful and romantic tune “Crazy Little Thing Called Love”, Freddie sure shows talent. Not every musician can take three different songs and turn them into one iconic bop.

Brian is the runner-up with 225 votes for his emotional and space-themed songs we all know and love.

John is in 3rd place with 115 votes. Us Queen fans love both his disco tunes and his rock tracks. The only thing that held him back from defeating Brian was probably “I’m happy at home”.

Meanwhile, Roger suffers a dramatic defeat with only 35 votes. I suppose “I’m in Love With My Car” backfired big time.

76 voters remain undecided. Can you blame them?

BoRhap view count

Once: 55 votes

Twice: 106 votes

Three times: 105 votes

Four times: 81 votes

Five times: 61 votes

6 times or more: 280 votes

I don’t know: 43 votes

Fanfiction

Fanfics are very common among Queen fans. How common? Let’s see:

I read fanfics: 607 votes

I don’t read fanfics: 124

Well, looks like the writers on Tumblr have a pretty large crowd. Just remember to reblog those fics, alright? Break the unfair like-reblog ratio and show writers respect!

LGBT+

The queer community makes a big portion of the Tumblr community. How big of a portion do they make of the Queen community?

394 voters are LGBT+. Happy pride month, folks!!!

220 voters are straight. Hello there!

117 voters are questioning their sexuality or gender. You are valid and we love you.

🏳️‍🌈

BoRhap rating

The film “Bohemian Rhapsody” was a huge success that drew people from every country and age to the Queen fandom. But it also causes many conflicts and controversies. What do Queen fans think on a scale of 1 (bad) to 10 (good)?

1: 2 votes

2: 3 votes

3: 6 votes

4: 31 votes

5: 40 votes

6: 75 votes

7: 144 votes

8: 186 votes

9: 122 votes

10: 122 votes

On an average, the movie scored 7.6 out of 10.

Freddie’s sexuality

Freddie’s sexuality is a sensitive and controversial topic that Queen fans argue about to this day. I have gathered the various claims and opinions into this:

Gay: 352 votes

Bisexual: 105 votes

I don’t know: 51 votes

I don’t care: 100 votes

I don’t know OR care: 123 votes

Hot space

Queen’s 1982 disco album “Hot Space” received both great and horrible reviews. What do we think about it?

“Hot Space” slaps: 575 votes

“Hot Space” sucks: 103 votes

“Hot Sapce” had a couple of good songs, but I don’t like it that much: 53 votes

Hight

Are you over or under 1.50 meters (5 feet)?