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wandaromanova · 3 years

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Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader

Warnings: cussing

A/N: hi! this was a request! hope u guys like it! unfortunately, i couldn’t find aworldofprompts, but credits to them for the line that was requested! happy reading <3

anon requested: Hiya! May I send in a one shot request for Wanda with this line “Of all the things to say, why did you have to say that?” (saw this on aworldofprompts) and angst please. Or with a fluff ending (it is up to you really). Thank you!! I love your writing btw. Like a lot. A whole lot. Drink lots of water and take care 😊

Summary: Jealousy pushes Wanda to say words she doesn’t mean and will never be able to take back.

Word Count: 2K

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Wanda was madly in love with Y/N L/N. When the Sokovian first encountered you in Sokovia, she couldn’t help but be attracted to you; even if she was on the opposing side at the time.

There was something about your effortless beauty and determination that drew Wanda towards you. She refused to hurt you, even if she didn’t know you at the time.

She had infiltrated the minds of many of your teammates, but not yours. For some reason, Wanda couldn’t bring herself to do the same to you. She didn’t want to disrespect you to invade your privacy in any way.

The attraction she had towards you only intensified when she had joined the Avengers. She had gotten to know you and not only were you physically drop-dead gorgeous; but your mind was too.

Your desire to help others was admirable. You hadn’t had anyone to protect you throughout your life; so you felt like you needed to be a protector to others.

After a year of being on the team, Wanda had finally gathered the courage to ask you out. She knew it was a risky move, considering she didn’t even know if you were into women.

However, the risk paid off, to say the least. After your first date, she had taken you on many more. Shortly after your third date, Wanda asked you to be her girlfriend and you said yes.

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Not much had changed once you both became official. Prior to dating, the two of you were already very close friends with a strong bond. The dynamic between the both of you never changed; the only difference was that you guys could kiss now.

Wanda absolutely adored you; you were the light of her life. She looked forward to collapsing into your arms after particularly long missions. Her heart raced at the thought of being able to fall asleep and wake up with you breathing steadily beside her.

Your sleepy eyes would open up slowly and stare into hers; causing Wanda’s heart to race. You’d mumble out a cute ‘good morning’ as you rubbed your eyes softly. Your morning voice would be laced with tiredness and the sound made Wanda melt into a puddle.

Your relationship has been ongoing for two years. There was nothing but love, happiness, and security between you guys. However, there were doubts you both seemed to carry.

You would get very jealous whenever Wanda got too cozy with Vision. It wasn’t the fact that they were good friends that bothered you, but knowing that Vision somehow managed to fall for your girlfriend did.

He would do all sorts of romantic gestures to win Wanda over; not caring that she was very much taken. He was completely disrespectful of your relationship with the Sokovian.

He would go out of his way to learn to cook for her. He would offer to take her out on “friend dates,” which you knew was a load of bullshit. He would even try to wrap his arms around her whenever he could. Like what the fuck? The audacity that walking air fryer had was baffling.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

As for Wanda? She absolutely despised Natasha Romanoff.

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Okay, Wanda didn’t have any true bad blood with the redhead, but she definitely had a problem whenever the Black Widow was in your vicinity.

Natasha was your best friend and you had a lot of history with her. You both bonded when the Avengers were first formed. Your bond with the assassin surpassed the one she had with you. Natasha knew you better than Wanda did, and she hated it.

Natasha knew small things about you that Wanda should’ve known. For instance, Wanda didn’t realize that you hated onions. She had found out when Natasha switched her sub sandwich for the cheeseburger she had got you. Apparently, onions were your least favorite thing. She didn’t know that, but Natasha did.

Another time, Wanda had no idea you were allergic to strawberries. She had gotten a box of chocolate-covered strawberries for the both of you to share, but she was confused when you declined the offer.

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“I’m sorry bubs, but I can’t eat that.” You spoke shyly as Wanda placed the box of treats down.

“What? Why not?” She asked curiously as her arm rested on the couch behind your head.

“She’s allergic to strawberries, Maximoff.” Wanda’s head snapped towards the entrance of the living room and she was met with the sight of the redhead she disliked.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t know.” Wanda turned her head back to you with guilt dripping from her emerald eyes. You placed your hand softly onto her thigh.

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“It’s okay, honey.”

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Even though you said it was okay, it definitely wasn’t. Well, to Wanda it wasn’t. She hated that she didn’t know absolutely everything there was to know about you. Like seriously? She didn’t even know about an allergy of yours! That’s something she should know! This incident only made Wanda’s distaste towards the assassin grow.

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Now, the entire team was at yet another Tony Stark party. The man really loved to party like the billionaire, playboy he was.

You were stood beside the bar as Natasha served you a glass of your favorite drink. You had no idea where Wanda was; she was dragged off elsewhere as soon as you both entered the party.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

“One Y/F/D, for the beautiful lady.”

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

Natasha spoke in a playful, flirty manner as she placed the drink right in front of you. She was leaned over the counter with her ass sticking out behind her. If you weren’t taken, you’d definitely be a mess right now.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

“Why thank you, Natasha. I’m very appreciative of the help. It’s nice to give back.”

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

Natasha rolled her eyes at your words as you both began to laugh. Natasha leaned over the counter further, her face dangerously close to yours.

You were very close with Nat; so this was completely normal behavior for the two of you. Playful banter and closeness. However, Wanda was fuming as she watched from across the room.

She couldn’t get the image of your wide smile as your eyes focused on the redhead in front of you, out of her mind. The way Natasha was one ‘accidental’ jerk away from placing her lips against yours, pissed her off to unbelievable lengths.

As soon as Wanda saw you let out a laugh at whatever Natasha had said, she abruptly walked towards you, completely blowing off Steve; who had been talking to her about… she doesn’t even know.

She wasn’t paying attention to anything he was saying in all honesty. Her focus was on the assassin who seemed to have no sense of boundaries when it came to you.

Wanda placed her hand on the small of your back, causing you to jump up in surprise. You stood upright, no longer leaning against the bar as you turned your head to smile at your girlfriend.

“Hey, baby. Where have you been?” You asked as you wrapped your arm around her waist.

“We’re going. Now.” Wanda said as she removed her arm from your waist and walked off, not before sending a sharp glare towards Natasha.

You watched as your girlfriend strutted out of the room angrily. Your head turned back around to Natasha and she sent you apologetic eyes.

“I’m sorry if I caused any trouble. Good luck.” Natasha spoke softly as you sent her an appreciative smile. You downed your drink quickly before making your way up to yours and Wanda’s shared room.

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As soon as you closed the bedroom door behind you, Wanda immediately burst out in a fit of anger.

“Are you serious? Whoring yourself out to Natasha when I’m in the same fucking room?”

You were taken aback by the volume and harshness of her words. You knew she wasn’t fond of Natasha, but the redhead was your best friend. You wouldn’t just cut her out of your life because of Wanda’s jealousy.

“I wasn’t ‘whoring myself out’ to her, Wanda. We were just having a fucking conversation.”

You threw your hands up in the air to show your disbelief and frustration with the argument she’s starting.

“Yeah, sure! You totally nearly kiss someone else while having a conversation. You’re such a fucking liar, Y/N. I didn’t realize I was dating a slut.”

Wanda stood up from where she sat on the edge of the bed as her sarcastic tone filled the room. She walked towards you until she was stood right in front of your face.

“We’ve had this conversation so many times, Wanda. I told you that Nat and I are friends. Nothing more, nothing less. What about that don’t you understand?”

You growled out as Wanda’s eyes turned red. The action didn’t scare you, but it pissed you off even more.

“Okay then! How about I go out there and do the same thing then huh? How about I go and throw myself at Vision? Maybe I’ll go and fuck him before you have the chance to fuck Natasha.”

You stood in shock at Wanda’s words. Her face was so close to yours now that you could feel her hot pants of rage against your face.

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“God! He’s a robot, but he’s still better for me than you’ll ever be.”

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

That was the final push towards your now broken heart. She knew how you felt about Vision. She knew how worried and insecure you were about their connection through the Mind Stone.

“Of all the things to say, why did you have to say that?” You took a step back from Wanda as regret filled her eyes. She didn’t mean to say what she did, but it was too late. The damage was done.

“There’s a massive fucking difference between Natasha and Vision. Natasha hasn’t tried to make any moves on me, but Vision? Hell, Vision tries to get with you every single time you’re in the same fucking room as he is!”

You completely blew up at Wanda as your voice went up a few octaves. Your face was turning red with how pissed you were. Wanda just stood there and stared at you.

“Was it all a lie, Wanda?” Wanda’s eyes widened at your words. She took a step forward quickly, reaching out for your hand, but you instantly moved it out of her reach.

“Of course not, baby. I love you. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it. I wasn’t thinking. There’s no one who could ever be more perfect for me than you.”

Wanda rambled out her words in a panic. Your eyes never left hers. The sadness in Wanda’s eyes was a contrast to the pure fury in yours.

“That’s a lie. There’s absolutely no fucking way you could’ve said what you just did if you held any love for me whatsoever.”

You turned around and placed your hand on the doorknob in an attempt to leave, but a soft hand grabbed your wrist before you could.

“No. I’m so fucking sorry. I just… I can’t… I refuse to lose you to Natasha.”

Wanda pleaded in a final effort to get you to stay. Tears streamed down her face as desperation took over her features. You refused to look at the Sokovian as you let out a deep breath.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

“Well, you didn’t lose me to Natasha. You lost me to yourself.”

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With that, you turned the doorknob and yanked your wrist out of the crying woman’s grasp as you walked out. The door shut abruptly behind you with a loud slam.

Wanda fell to her knees as sobs took over her body. The realization that she pushed away the one person she never wanted to leave hit her hard. The thought of what just occurred made it hard for her to breathe. Wanda was being suffocated by the endless replay of the argument.

She knew there was no way in hell she could fix what she had so carelessly destroyed. There were so many things she wanted to say to you. She wanted to apologize to you until her last breath, but she couldn’t.

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A plethora of apologies could never erase the permanence of her words.

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There was no taking it back.

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corruptedmind · 2 years

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Flower Love [Lee Know x Han Jisung]

Genre : Fluff

Warnings : none

A/N : I got this inspiration from a tweet on twitter making me write on impulse. If it sucks, then lol im sorry.

Summary : Lee Know saw this cute emo boy across the road, and bought a flower for him.

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The bell sounded as the door opened of the flower shop. Minho looked up from his magazine to see none other than his bestfriend, Hwang Hyunjin.

“Lee Know Hyung!!! I have to tell you something- OH SHIT!”, The sound of a pot knocking down made the 20 year old man’s blood boy.

“You’re really tempting me to shove tissues in your mouth, Hwang”, Minho whispered quietly, but Hyunjin heard it all and shuddered.

“Hyung I’m sorry I’ll pay for all the damage AND your dinner for the next whole weak”, begged the tall boy on his knees to avoid his hyung’s wrath.

“If you go even one day without paying for my dinner-”

“180 DEGREES FOR 20 MINUTES IN THE AIR FRYER!! I KNOW HYUNG PLEASE FORGIVE ME!!”, Hyunjin screamed in fear.

Minho scoffed and turned around to get a broom and his dustpan. He would never hurt his bestfriend, but him breaking one of his pots, one that was precious among all of his other pots angered him. His heart broke when he saw the plant laying on the ground.

The beautiful flower deserved the best of vases, the best of air, the best of water and the best of owners. He would never sell his flowers to a dirty person.

Lee Minho, a florist, a man with the kindest heart while being the fiercest person in the neighborhood.

Everyone from the street knew him, and all of them loved him dearly. They would visit him frequently and buy his flowers, have a nice chat and then go about their day.

Many girls would visit them too, but Minho’s oblivious butt never knew the reason for the high female attendance in his shop.

Today was a rare day, where only a few people visited his shop. He wore a simple pastel blue shirt, the sleeves folded up till his elbows. Under it was a pair of clean trousers he had ironed in the morning. He didn’t style his brown hair today, just swept it back with his fingers.

“I’m really sorry, Hyung”, Hyunjin said as he slowly got up from the ground with a small pout on his face.

Minho sighed, “Well you can’t undo the damage”.

He continued cleaning as Hyunjin propped himself up the counter. “I had a reason to barge into your store-”

“And destroy my precious plants?”, Minho raised his brow.

Hyunjin waved his arms around, “I said I’m sorry Hyung. Well anyway, i had a reason to shout. So apparently, Seungmin gave me a ROSE!!! AAAAAAAAAA OMG I CAN’T BELIEVE THIS HE LOOKED SO SWEET WITH HIS RED CHEEKS AND FLUFFY HAIR I WANNA KISS HIM SO BAD!!”.

“You’ve been dating for the past four years will you please shut the fuck up?”, Minho pinched the bridge of his nose irritated. Him gushing over Seungmin was cute at first, but he gushed about EVERYTHING. Even thing Minho DEFINETLY didn’t need to know about.

“But he’s so cute Hyung. I wanna marry him”, Hyunjin muttered with heart eyes.

Though Hyunjin was only 18, going to be 19 in a few days, he was definetly wise. He was so in love with Seungmin that nothing could make him stop loving the boy.

That was the only thing Minho was jealous of from Hyunijn.

He always wanted to love. To be loved.

He would see Hyunjin and Seungmin friendship slowly evolve into love and before he knew it, they were in a relationship. He was happy for them, but the little empty pit in his heart just grew bigger whenever he saw the two boys in love stealing kisses behind his back.

“When are you gonna date, Minho Hyung? If this continues then your mom’s gonna arrange a girl for you to marry”, Hyunjin stated as he picked up a grape from a bowl.

The thought of marrying a woman weirded Minho out. He had never been attracted to woman, and so because of that Hyunjin found out he was gay when he saw Minho blushing over Thor wiping his abs.

“I am never gonna marry woman. You and I both know that. Plus, I’m still 20, i have a long life ahead”, The brunette shrugged and continued cleaning.

Silence took over the room as both the boys minded their work in peace. Just as Minho dusted over the last grain of soil, he picked up the beautiful flower in his hand. He stood up with his back straight and gently held the stem in his fist.

A purple rose.

He remembered how his Grandfather had said what the flower symbolized. Minho chuckled when he remembered how he gagged at the meaning to which his grandfather smacked his head.

The meaning was simple, Love at first sight.

He softly sighed at the sight of the beautiful flower. When will it be his turn to experience such beauty. To have euphoria flow through his veins. To giggle randomly when he thought about his love.

To feel complete.

Minho shook his head, he didn’t want to go into sad hours in daylight. He could buy a bucket of ice cream when he’s going home and cry at his sad single life.

He placed the flower on his counter to bring a new pot for the plant. All the new and unused pots where outside the shop, for people to buy. He opened the door of his shop and scanned the pots that were kept over the other. Deeming one of them being pretty enough for his purple flower, he picked it up and was about to go back in his shop if it weren’t for something to catch his eyes.

He turned around to see a boy, younger than him seated on a bench across the street. He was bended over, as though writing something with absolute concentration. The boy had jet black hair, and wore the darkest clothes sold in market. Even with the distance Minho could make out all the piercings and jewelry on his body with how it glinted under the sun.

Minho couldn’t help but stare at his face after he finished examining the ‘emo’ boy. He was....

...pretty.

Despite the clothes that clearly said badass, the boy held a sort of innocence in his stature. The boy intrigued Minho. Before he knew it, the tips of his ears were red and his heart thumped against his ribcage. His hands became sweaty and his mind went overdrive.

Before he even knew what he was doing, he placed the pot back down and rushed into the shop. Hyunjin looked at him puzzled when Minho picked up the purple rose off of the counter and went back outside.

Minho was sure at this point he was possessed, he had no control over his body. He looked left and right before crossing the road and ran a hand through his hair.

He walked up to the pretty emo boy who was still absorbed into writing something.

“Ahem”, Minho coughed to get the boy’s attention.

The black haired boy, startled, lifted his head to see Minho standing in front of him. Just as both of their eyes held contact, Minho couldn’t help but gasp lowly.

He was beautiful.

His face, adorned with slight foundation and thick eyeliner. His lips, painted with black lipstick. His ears, glinting of silver with all the jewelry. His cheeks, soft and plump yet still striking.

Minho had never seen such intricate beauty in his life. He had thought before how his heart was beating fast, but now it was moving so fast he thought he was going to die.

“Yes?”

Oh his sweet voice. Minho’s knees trembled at the sweet honey like voice. His mouth went dry and almost forgot how to speak if it wasn’t the boy to raise his eyebrow in irritation.

“Uh umm.... I saw you from across the street, from my shop and just wanted to give.....this! To... you....”, Minho’s voice slowly faded away as he passed on the flower in the boy’s hand.

“Why?”, The simple question startled MInho.

“It’s just that, I’ve never seen someone like you-”

“Like me? What’s wrong with me?”, The boy raised his eyebrow. “What? Do I seem weird to you”, He questioned again.

Minho started to panic, waving his arms around to deny. Somewhere at the back of his mind he felt like Hyunjin.

“No no no no no no no I didn’t mean that! You just looked so beautiful and I felt it needed to be appreciated”, Just as Minho said it, he slapped his mouth when he saw the boy look shocked.

“Oh...”, the boy whispered.

“No no I’m really sorry. Oh fuck I’ll just go back”, Minho turned around and started walking away, but a voice stopped him.

“Jisung”

“Huh?”, Minho turned around and tilted his head.

“My name. Han Jisung, and I know what purple flower mean. I’ll meet you again tomorrow, stranger. I’ll give you a flower and get a name in return. Bye”.

And with that, Minho knew he fell in love.

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etherealino · 3 years

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what do you feel? — l. minho

synopsis: chan finds out about minho’s hidden feelings. plus another person he never wanted to hurt.

content/genre: roommate!minho x reader, still based off of joey and rachel in friends, angst

warning(s): ....minho being sad? mention of toxic relationship, swearing. hyunjin was a bit petty.

wc: 1.8k

note: this is a work which is made purely fictional. i portrayed hyunjin here as a petty type but we all know he has one of the biggest hearts that we have met. so no, my writing does not reflect stray kids’ personality, attitude, etc in any kind of way. thank you. — also i hope this part makes sense..?

prev. — and they were friends. m.list — next

“so, hey, what’s up?”

chan weirdly looks at minho. no, not the way he did when minho asked him to pass the ice cube by their mouths. not the way when minho does something weird. but in a way where chan is worried why this man in front of him isn’t calling him a hag or something.

“you okay, min?” chan asks and minho looks at him before blinking away as if to snap himself out of his trance and nod.

“yeah,” minho says, chuckling lightly.

chan frowns. “minho, what’s up?”

it’s been a month. a whole month since the day minho offered to take you out on a date for you to remember what it was like. it’s been a month since minho tried to keep his mouth shut about his feelings and frankly, he can’t take it anymore. he couldn’t sleep at night, wondering what if he met you first before you and hyunjin had a relationship. minho wouldn’t have trouble, that’s for sure.

minho isn’t too worried about his feelings for you because you only see him as your roommate, your temporary home that you come back to everyday, the one that you cling into when having a bad day, your best friend. if you don’t feel the same, yes, minho would be hurt, will get over you as soon as possible. if you feel the same way, just thinking about it, makes him feel like he was at the top of the world but he knows that you don’t.

minho’s main concern was hyunjin. his best friend ever since middle school days. what would hyunjin say if he finds out that his best friend was in love with his ex? yes, it’s been three years since you and hyunjin broke up and even though you two lasted for a year and half, minho knows how hyunjin feels about you. hyunjin says he’s not in love with you anymore but if he’d have a choice, he wouldn’t want you to go out with anyone. that’s why hyunjin chose to break ties with you completely. but now? hyunjin’s best friend in love with you? minho knows hyunjin would be so mad at him.

“hyung,” minho softly says. “i, uh..”

“go on,” chan encourages.

“i know i don’t usually talk about my feelings but.. it’s been taking a big toll on me lately,” minho chuckles, looking down at his hands. “it’s stupid—”

“minho,” chan calls. “nothing you ever feel is stupid. what is it?”

“i.. i think i’m in love with y/n.” minho confesses and even if it isn’t to you or to hyunjin, minho felt a weight came off of his shoulders.

“oh,” chan says. “what are you going to do about it?”

“nothing.” minho says and chan looks at him in disbelief. “hyung, hyunjin would freak out. he would be so mad at me, i—”

“but hyunjin and y/n broke up three years ago.” chan argues.

“but you know how hyunjin feels about it.” minho argues back. “i just needed to tell someone is all.”

“minho, hyunjin’s my best friend, too, but it’s not his decision who you or y/n want to go out with. he has to deal with it, y/n gave him a chance—countless of it and yet, he never learned.” chan says. “they went on and off and on and off but let’s be real, they were toxic together. i’m not saying you should go marry y/n and build a family. i’m just saying you should give it a try. when did you ever feel like this?”

chan has a point, he really does. but minho knows he can never do that.

“i’ll try.”

but chan knows minho won’t.

two months and minho kept his word. he’d do nothing.

“minho!” you call as you enter the apartment. “it’s late, why haven’t you gone to sleep?”

i can’t sleep knowing you aren’t on the next room, sleeping safe and sound.

minho smiles, lifting his head up from leaning it behind the back rest. “i couldn’t sleep.” minho simply says. you return the smile, going towards him after you have dropped your things on the floor to plop beside him. you rest your head against minho’s shoulder and minho leans his head against yours when minho hears you take a deep breath in, he asks, “long day?”

you nod, sighing. you push minho to lie down on the couch as you squeeze yourself between him and the back rest, laying your head on his chest. “just a couple minutes.” you requested and minho hummed, agreeing. minho plays with your hair, pulling it out of the tight ponytail as he untangles some strands. minho sighs, he couldn’t deny it. he lived for these domestic moments with you. he only said he’s going to do nothing, he never said he doesn’t want you because that’s the thing, he does. so damn much.

minho hears your soft snores, looking down at you to see you peacefully sleeping. minho quietly shifts, turning to his side and pulling you closer so he could hug your body to protect you from the cold. minho gets his jacket that he forgot to put in his room earlier, putting it above your legs. minho listens to your soft quiet snores, so he takes the risk of placing a soft peck on your forehead. minho leans his cheeks against your head, slumber taking him in in an instant.

and honestly, that was the most peaceful sleep he ever had. with you wrapped in his arms.

three months and still, minho did nothing.

“hey!” minho hears from behind and he sees hyunjin walking towards him, giving him a pat on the back. “how have you been?”

“hey,” minho greets. “good, good. haven’t seen you all week.”

hyunjin looks around. “is y/n here with you?” he asks and minho shakes his head immediately. “then, i’ll hang with you for a bit until i have to go.” hyunjin says with a smile, sitting on the chair across him on the small table. “am i dreaming or lee minho really doesn’t have a date this valentine’s?”

minho forces a smile, shaking his head.

“why?” hyunjin asks.

minho sighs. “i’d really.. rather not talk about it, jin.”

“come on, hyung.” hyunjin encourages with a smile. “got a person in your cold stone heart?” hyunjin teases and when he sees minho only looking down, hyunjin’s smile falls off. “oh, shit.”

hyunjin slaps minho’s thigh lightly, a laugh escaping hyunjin’s lips as he looks at minho. “ask them out!” he encourages. if it was that easy. “what, are you scared of rejection or something?”

“it’s a bit complicated than that, jin.” minho says with a chuckle.

“tell me, i’m all ears.” hyunjin says. “i still have 20 minutes.”

“it’s fine, jin.”

“no, hyung, come on. what made it complicated?” hyunjin asks.

minho sighs, looking at hyunjin. “well, i’m in love with this person, right?” minho says and hyunjin nods. “well, they happened to be one of my greatest friends’ ex.”

hyunjin looks at the side, humming. “is your friend still in love with them?”

“he says no, but i don’t know. he doesn’t like the idea of his ex going out with someone else.” minho subtly hinted, looking at hyunjin.

“how long have they broken up?” hyunjin asks.

“three years.” minho says.

“hyung, just talk to the guy, when have you ever felt like this for another before? never. you’re such a good person despite your cold facade. i’m pretty sure he’ll understand you.” hyunjin says and minho sighs, looking at hyunjin. “but wow, three years, that’s as long as..”

hyunjin looks at minho, his smile dropping as he realizes.

“y/n?” hyunjin says.

“hyunjin, i don’t like feeling this way especially towards them.” minho quickly says and hyunjin immediately takes off, minho following him. “hyunjin, listen.”

“y/n, out of all people? hyung, you how i feel about y/n. why them out of all people?” hyunjin says.

“look, if i could control it, you think i would have chose them?” minho says. “no. hyunjin, trust me. i don’t plan on doing anything.”

“just.. i need to stay away from you for now.” hyunjin says as he walks down the street with minho standing where he was left. minho sighs, turning around to go back to his apartment to sulk.

the next day. hyunjin bumps into you along the way.

“hey,” hyunjin softly says.

“hi, hyunjin.” you greet. hyunjin hated that. it could be seen in your eyes—no, guilt, no grudge, no sadness. you must have fully moved on already. and maybe hyunjin hasn’t yet because then, he wouldn’t have expected that you two would be on again.

“minho there?” hyunjin asks.

“mhm, just woke up.” you said with a smile. hyunjin hated that.

“bye, thanks.”

“bye.” you said as you went downstairs. hyunjin continued on his journey to minho’s apartment. he knocks a few times until he hears minho’s voice.

“y/n, you forgot your keys again— hyunjin.” minho says as he opens the door. hyunjin forces a smile and minho sighs. “look, i know you’re mad at me—”

“i talked to chan hyung.” hyunjin said. “and, no, i don’t hate you, hyung. why would i ever? you always got my back when i need you and...” hyunjin sighs. “our friendship is more than that, if you know what i mean.”

minho nods. “have you had breakfast? i got a full table.” minho offers and hyunjin smiles, stepping in. minho closes the door and walks to the kitchen to give hyunjin a plate as they both dig in. “so, how have you been?”

hyunjin sighs, shaking his head. “no, how have you been?”

“alright.” minho says.

“chan hyung said you plan on doing nothing.” hyunjin says and minho forces a smile, nodding to confirm it. “why not? if it’s because of me, we broke up three years ago, remember?”

“but you—”

“i know.” hyunjin says. “but i want to be okay with it now. i saw y/n earlier on the hall and she greeted me like i was just an ordinary person. she’s happy and.. i hate that.”

minho lightly chuckles.

“you have to tell her. you haven’t been the same since.” hyunjin says. “you haven’t threatened to put me in the air fryer for months now.” hyunjin laughs and minho chukles, shaking his head. “tell them.”

minho sighs, “are you sure about this?”

“you got to let it out, man.” hyunjin says and minho sighs. minho remembers the lifted weight off his shoulders when he told chan. what more if he told you. so, minho nodded, agreeing.

“y/n, hi.” minho greets as you enter the apartment.

“hi, honey.” you greet as you went straight to your room, getting the stuff you need and walk out.

“hey, can i talk to you for a second?” minho asks.

“sure, honey.” you said. “but can you make it quick? i’m in a rush here.” you gently smiled and minho sighed, nodding.

“okay, how about we just have dinner later?” minho suggests and you nod, smiling. you pull him closer, your lips touching his cheek.

“text me. bye.” you said with a smile as you walk out of the apartment, leaving minho to think about how he would tell you.

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feverinfeveroutfic · 3 years

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chapter one: queen of coney island

chapter 1 of book six, of course~

The sun shone over their heads and the air was clear and fresh, the clearest and freshest it had been in a long time, but then again, they were near the water’s edge and away from the heart of the city. Sam hitched up her jeans and the band hugged her hips in far more of a snug fashion than before: the button pushed into her lower belly a bit more than usual and she tugged down her shirt more every time she went further than ten steps. She worried about eating too much there on Coney Island lest she pop a button or have something rip. The whole entire neighborhood had been pasted together with the first beginnings of new buildings and things but they all appeared half-finished. The whole place looked like how she felt.

But the sun was shining and the French fries smelled so fresh, as if right out of the fryer. Cotton candy everywhere and as bright blue and pink as she could ever imagine. Alex took a glimpse back at her every so often and he showed her a little smile, but she couldn’t help but see her own reflection in those mirrored lenses. Her own full face and the broad shape to her shoulders. She couldn’t help but feel like a pig and she wondered why a lovely boy such as him would want to be around her given she couldn’t as so much as fit into her wardrobe again.

The persistent aches in her body did anything but help as well. Her fingers curled around the handle of the cane and she limped along right beside him. The cool springtime breeze blew over their heads as he awaited her there at the spire before the entrance of Astroland. She could smell that sugary smell of deep-fried ice cream up front there and she knew she couldn’t keep her hands away from the food.

“Also, look who showed up—” Alex declared with a gesture behind him. Wavy tendrils of inky black hair twirled out from behind him, and Sam recognized that round milky white face paired with that short stocky body.

“Eric!” she proclaimed.

“Hey, you! Oh my.” He was taken aback by the sight of her body as he extended an arm to her.

“Yeah, I know,” she grumbled, but she hugged him anyway. Sam thought back to when the two of them spent the night at Marla and Belinda’s place and she swore that he had grown a bit softer himself. He held back and checked out her body from her feet up to her full body and then back up to her face.

“Wow,” was all he could muster out, to which Sam nodded her head again. She tugged down the bottom hem of her shirt.

“Doesn’t she look great?” Alex said with a gesture over to her.

“Oh, hell yeah,” Eric replied with a lopsided smile and a bit of a tremble to his voice. Sam took a glimpse down at her chest: the wire underneath her breasts tightened up against her skin and she could feel her bra struggling to keep it all together. If only these two men before her knew what she dealt with right there.

“Where’s Rebecca?” she asked him.

“Oh, she had to work. But I’m here, though. Here and ready to have a bit of fun.”

Meanwhile, behind them Marla and Belinda joked around with John and Lars, which in turn left the three of them to head forth into the park: the tip of her cane remained before them as if she was in fact the one who led the way even though the two of them lingered on either side of her. The sheer onslaught of aromas around them brought on the proverbial angry itch inside of her stomach, from all the hot dogs and all the sweets. The silhouette from the Ferris wheel before them spread across their faces, but not without a cool breeze to go with it.

Sam tugged down on the hem of her shirt all the while. Her belly resembled to the surface of a plush pillow, and one that wanted to shove her jeans down her fuller hips and her thickened thighs. Her struggle with her clothes made her linger back behind them, such that the both of them glanced back at her.

“You alright?” Eric asked her with his eyebrows knitted together.

“I hope so,” she replied with a little break in her throat. A part of her wished she had her drawing journal on hand with her so she could draw out exactly how she felt about things at the moment, but there was really nothing more she could do about any of it.

“I saw a big roller coaster when I rolled in here,” Eric told Alex as they both slipped around a big cart with all manner of candy: it was as if the universe tried to Sam something about herself. Either die in that car wreck up in the Bronx or have these extra pounds on her body, and a part of her wished she had chosen the latter. She would have chosen the former and then have all of her art be worth something for her parents as well as the lives of everyone she supposedly had touched. Instead, she had been kept alive and now she was paying the price with these tight clothes.

Alex turned back towards her and since they were in a patch of shade courtesy of the Neptune Diving Bells.

“You with us?” he asked her again.

“Yeah, I’m just—struggling is all—” She then shook her head and she took off her sunglasses. She buried her face in that hand and she couldn’t resist the tears from falling.

“Samantha?” Alex kindly asked her, and he set a hand on her shoulder.

“Sam?” Eric joined in. “What’s wrong?”

“Look at me, you guys,” she lamented. “Look at me! Look at what that accident has done to me. Instead of killing me, it’s made me so fucking fat.”

Alex and Eric glanced at one another, worried. A tear streamed down her face and she bowed her head again so as to hide herself from the passersby around them. The two of them huddled closer to her and they lingered off to the side, right at the base of the tower. Within a few feet of there was the boardwalk and the mouth of the bay as it glittered under the midday sunlight.

“You’d still be the hottest chick at the Testament show,” Eric pointed out. Sam sniffled and she lifted her head, and she gazed on at the soft look on his face.

“You think so?” she asked him in a broken voice.

“Hell yeah,” he assured her. Alex, who kept his mirrored lenses on over his face, peered around the space there for something.

“What’re you looking for?” Eric asked him, and Sam brushed away another tear.

“Something that’ll help her out,” Alex replied, and then he sighed through his nose. “Eh, I'm not seeing anything.” He then returned to Sam with a gentle expression on his face. “Well, look at it like this: we’re in Astroland right now, a space-age type place that allows anyone to put on a spacesuit and kick back some.”

Eric then ducked away from them and across the pavement to the balloon pop.

“And make me look even fatter?” Sam scoffed, hurt. “I don’t think so.”

“Hey, so what? It's a few pounds. I mean, you saw me with my stretch marks. You saw how chubby Eric used to be.”

“Used to be?” Eric laughed as he came back within earshot.

“Well, you see how chubby he is, though, don’t you?” Alex gently continued, and Sam sniffled.

“I do,” she told him. “But it’s not a few pounds, though, Alex. Everything's tight and I feel everyone staring at me. I'm still scarred on the inside, too. I'm still in a lot of pain.”

Alex returned to Eric, who had returned to them with his hands tucked into his pockets.

“What’s with you?” he asked him, but Eric gestured for the two of them to follow him across the stretch of pavement behind them. Sam sniffled and she held onto her cane with one hand and her sunglasses in the other. Alex lingered right to her as his long black hair streaked behind his head against the winds. Indeed, Eric asked the kid behind the counter for a few darts and he paid up the five dollars for it. Sam eyed all of the stuffed animals around the outside of the stand and then she brushed away some more tears.

“Look at Eric,” Alex pointed out. “Look how he just ran up here and asked the guy here for some darts. Turned thirty years old two days ago and he’s gotten heavy with time himself, and yet nothing seems to be slowing him down.”

“Chuck is a different story, though,” Eric added, and then he returned to the counter with one dart aimed at the wall inside of there.

“Well, yeah,” Alex said with a shrug of his shoulders. He then returned to Sam, still with the placid look on his face.

“I don’t think I can get over the pain inside, though,” she confessed.

“Well, our point is not to worry about it so much. At least try to, anyways.” He raised his eyebrows from behind those lenses and then he nibbled on his bottom lip; if only she could see into those deep eyes behind those mirrored lenses. “And besides, like what John said, you actually look a lot better with some weight on you. I remember how thin you were when the two of us went up to Tahoe together.” He turned his head back to Eric as he chucked a second dart at the utter score of balloons up on the wall. “Remember how thin she was when the three of us took Chuck’s trailer to the mountains?”

“Oh, yeah!” The point of the dart hit the balloon and popped it right on the spot. “I remember when we spent the night and I actually thought at one point, ‘god, I hope Sam’s warm enough over there in the spare bunk with Alex.’ I almost crawled underneath the covers with you guys.” He speared the third dart at the wall and popped the next one, and he then turned to the kid in the booth. “Um... the purple one!”

He was handed a big lilac colored teddy bear about the size of a full-grown cat, and then he handed it to Sam.

“Look at it this way,” he started again, “you’re soft like this little bear here.”

“Soft like the teddy bear,” Sam echoed him, and she took it for herself. She put her sunglasses back onto the bridge of her nose and then held the teddy bear close to her chest. “Thank you, too.”

“Come on—we are at the world’s playground after all,” Alex encouraged her as he ran his fingers through his wavy black hair: his hair seemed to have less of a curl to it, but then again, just like herself and Eric, he, too, was getting older with time.

“We’re at Astroland,” she remarked.

“Yeah, we’re here to have a good time!” Eric declared as the three of them walked into the sunlight together. Next door stood an ice cream stand, to which Alex offered to get the three of them a cone each. “And like Alex said, don’t worry about it. I mean, when you were thin, you didn’t seem to worry about the way your body looked.”

“Because I was used to my body,” she pointed out.

“Well...” He then took another glimpse over at Alex, that time with an inquisitive look upon his round face. He readjusted the sunglasses on his nose and he ran his fingers through his gray streak over the right side of his forehead, now the size of a small carrot straight out of the ground and as narrow as one of Sam’s drawing pencils.

“When I started getting this,” he started with a gesture to the gray streak as well as his entire head of hair, “and I was about thirteen or fourteen, I wasn’t at all used to it, either. I was used to looking in the mirror and seeing this thick helmet of jet-black hair. And then when I started seeing it come in over my brow, I started dyeing my hair black to cover it up. You saw me with the black hair dye: it just looked cheap with time, too. I mean, I looked like one of the guys from Motley Crue! I remember the day it started coming in more and I thought I was so ugly with it—I looked old. I didn’t look like a kid with it. I'll be turning twenty-six this September and I still don’t look my age with it. Thing is I've just gotten used to it with time. It's a part of me—it's a part of my head and my hair. I still have no clue what caused it, outside of maybe falling and hitting my head at Indian Rock when I was little. But it’s there. It's always going to rear itself at me even with the hair dye, just like how your belly’s going to poke out from under your shirt.”

“Besides, if you ask me,” Eric joined in, “you’ve got a ways to go before you’re actually fat. You're what’s known as ‘fluffy’.”

“Like this teddy bear,” Sam said as she held the bear close to her chest.

“Like that teddy bear, yeah!” he chuckled at that. “But I see myself being full-on fat before I'm old, though. You've got a ways to go.”

“You want some ice cream?” Alex offered her. “I’m not trying to be a douche or anything, I’m genuinely asking. If I'm being honest with you, Samantha, I'd hate to see you come all this way over to Coney Island and not at least have something to eat.”

“I didn’t eat before I left the apartment anyway,” she recalled.

“Yeah, definitely eat something,” Eric told her.

“I really want some deep-fried ice cream. Just to try it.” And then two of them burst out laughing at that.

“That’s our girl,” Eric decreed.

Within time, the three of them took their spots on a bench back near the tower so as to stay in the shade. Alex kept one hand on his knee and his other hand on the big pointed waffle cone: rather than licking at those three large scoops of chocolate ice cream, he took rather small bites. Sam kept the teddy bear on her lap and she picked at the big scoops of vanilla ice cream surrounded in a thick layer of tempura and drizzled in chocolate syrup and whipped cream. Something so fattening and so unhealthy and yet she couldn’t help but dig into it. She hadn’t eaten that morning after all; she knew she would have to eat something else healthier and heartier just to balance out all of that decadent sugar and fat.

“Hey, Alex, your dad’s from nearby here, isn’t he?” Eric asked him before he took a bite of out his hot fudge sundae.

“Yeah, Sheep’s Head. Right up along the edge of Long Island from here. If I recall correctly, you'd have to go out of your way to get there, but yeah. My mom’s from nearby here, too. I guess you could say that I'm a de facto New Yorker of sorts.”

“De facto New Yorker?” Sam echoed him with a chuckle.

“Born and raised in the San Francisco Bay Area, and yet there’s always been something to New York that’s drawn me closer to it.” He turned to her. “How’s that, by the way?”

“It’s actually really delicious. I'm gonna have to eat something else, though. I can’t walk around here on just ice cream.”

“Oh, I hear you,” Eric assured her. “Too many times while Testament would be on tour and he and I would eat something sweet and sugary to keep us going for an afternoon or something, like we’d be on the way to the next venue and we needed a pick-me-up—”

“And we’d get there and we’d be all jittery,” Alex filled in.

“Remember when we were in Germany and you filled up on those ginger snaps?” Eric recalled.

“That is, without question, the only drawback with ginger snaps,” Alex confessed to Sam, “was they would tithe me over and they were spectacular but I couldn’t last on them, though.”

“I often wanted you to eat something else after them, too,” she pointed out as she took another large bite of ice cream. “Remember when we drove up to Tahoe and you ate up those ginger snaps one after the other?”

“How could I forget! I was so glad that we were within driving range of Incline Village, too. I was ready to pass out at one point when we got to that coffee shop.”

“Why didn’t you say anything, though?” she asked him.

“I didn’t want you to worry about me,” he confessed, and then he took another bite of ice cream. “Just like how I don’t want you to worry about yourself. Trust that you will have something more to put in your body and trust that you will adjust to it.” He peered over his sunglasses again and flashed her wink. Sam couldn’t help but feel a bit of cruelty to his words, however, especially since he wasn’t the one who had packed on all of that extra weight. They kept on eating their ice cream when Alex offered to take her empty bowl for her.

Sam obliged and then he stopped with his gaze fixated on the other side of the pavement.

“Hey, there’s Marla and Belinda,” he pointed out.

“Where?”

“Over there.”

“Getting on the roller coaster,” Eric remarked, and the three of them glanced at one another.

“Shall we?” Alex offered.

“I hope they’ll let me on,” Sam said, and she adjusted the tip of the cane about the pavement. Alex extended his hand out for her but she stood to her feet nonetheless. Eric lingered behind her as the three of them padded across the pavement to Marla and Belinda at the entrance there.

“There she is!” the former declared; the boys had taken the empty bowls to the garbage which in turn left her with the two of them.

“Just tried deep-fried ice cream for the first time,” Sam told them. “It’s actually not bad.”

“They do that sort of thing way too well over here,” Belinda said with a chuckle. “We just filled up on French fries.”

Sam stuck her thumb into her shirt collar and adjusted her bra strap for the umpteenth time.

“What’s going on?” Marla asked her in a low voice.

“I need a new bra: this one’s cutting off my circulation. Too fat.”

“You’re not fat, Sam,” she assured her. “Maybe later on, when the sun goes down, I’ll take you into the neighborhood here to look around for that. But I guarantee you—you are not fat.”

“Yeah, like I said, you’re a ways away from being fat,” Eric joined in from behind them. The five of them made their way down the sidewalk to the bright pearlescent white and blue roller coaster cars: Eric offered to sit next to Sam and her teddy bear while Marla and Belinda nestled down in front of them and Alex right behind them all by his lonesome and with Sam’s cane in hand.

A big bowl of deep-fried ice cream in her stomach but she knew she could keep it down, especially when Eric put his hands in the air on the way up the rickety wooden roller coaster. She giggled at him and the fact he was so childlike even in the wake of his turning thirty in the couple of days before.

They reached the top of the hill and then gravity took the reins from that point onward. Marla and Belinda bowed their heads while Eric kept his hands up over his head. She took a glimpse over her shoulder at Alex with his arms out as if he was king of the world there at the very back of the train.

Not even the road down from Lake Tahoe went that fast.

The rush of adrenaline made Sam forget about all of her troubles. The utter blur around her made it seem as though she was leaving her old self behind. That thin girl was gone and, in her place, resurrected out of the ashes of her dream, she had returned again with a heavier figure to go about her days with.

Indeed, there came a point that day, ride after ride, snack after snack, wherein she had forgotten it all and the partial spires that decorated the landscape of Coney Island became nothing more than a little field for the five of them. A literal playground as Alex had put it. She had forgotten it all when they reunited with Lars, Zelda, and John at the boardwalk for a big round of dinner there that evening; she knew that she needed that blowout in front of Alex and Eric so they could help her up again. She was still Sam, still Samantha and little Sammich as Chuck referred to her as, and she needed something like that to remind her of that fact.

And yet, something persisted inside of her. Something that told her she should have gone under, either with the anesthesia or the weight of the car itself on top of her, rather than have to deal with the numbing weight on her body. At one point, she headed into the bathroom at the restaurant, and she spotted a scale tucked back in the far corner of the room. Lucky for her, there was no one else in there with her.

With a sigh through her nose, she stepped onto the scale: indeed, she had crawled up to one hundred and eighty-nine pounds, and just a mere hair under the one hundred and ninety mark, and about forty-six pounds heavier than she was prior to the accident. She knew that big bowl of deep-fried ice cream as well as everything else she had over the course of the day was only going to add onto it. She stepped off the top there for a better look at her body in the mirror.

Her waist had grown a handful of inches to where it protruded out over the waist of her jeans and her hips had filled out: gone were the days of simple little love handles over her hipbones as they had officially widened and filled out like the full moon. Her whole middle was soft and round and her breasts were in fact much larger. To think she felt Cliff didn’t want to touch her when her body looked like that: she could only imagine how he felt had he seen her there. But she didn’t want to think that, however, especially when she reached down her collar again and adjusted her strap yet again. On the other hand, she was also glad that Joey and Krista weren’t there because she grimaced at the thought of him seeing her like that.

“Maybe it’s because I'm an artist,” she muttered to herself as she set a hand on her thick waist. “Artists shouldn’t be heavy.” But then again, prior to the accident, she was doing fantastic. With that in mind, she wondered if it was earned. But she still couldn’t help but feel as though something was missing. Something was missing and she shouldn’t be there as well. Sam washed her hands and she ducked back out of there and towards the counter for a cup of water. On one side of the counter stood a big rectangular mirror and beyond that, she recognized Chuck’s long hair out there in the sunlight; but she had no idea if he could see her or if he even knew it was her.

But she tipped the cup of water into her lips and she couldn’t have been more relieved to taste that after all the sugar she had eaten over the course of the day.

She took a glimpse into the mirror off to the side and she wondered if her eyes were in fact fooling her when she noticed Alex’s sunglasses down the bridge of his nose and Eric with his eyes fixated on the seat of her pants. She had turned away from them and they had lured her into the whole thing. And yet she kept her eye on the mirror’s reflection all the while: there was something oddly comforting about the two of them with their eyes on her new body.

She thought about what Alex had told her about her seeing his stretch marks on his thighs, and maybe she was in fact supposed to be there after all. Maybe she was meant to survive with this new body as she took another sip of water.

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slasherbastard · 3 years

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hiya! i hope you are doing well, i was wondering if i could get a matchup if you don’t mind!

my pronouns are she/her, im 4’10[baby hands, tiny feet size 2 to be exact ,but hugeeee thighs, a tummy and a fat ass], and my myers briggs type is intp-t. im an introvert around new people but extremely talkative around those im comfortable with. im bi & i use humor as a coping mechanism [sometimes gets me in trouble] . i have a potty mouth and can be really insensitive towards others feelings without actually realizing it. i have rather obsessive tendencies and easily gets fixated on one thing for months at a time. my current obsession is crocheting! my hobbies include: gardening, crocheting, spending money i don’t have on clothes, writing smut, and watching star wars.! i love to garden and be around flowers my favorite being cosmos. i like to present myself as confident though i’m actually really insecure. i love y2k as well as cottage core aesthetic, and if i was an animal i’d be a raccoon. go to pick up line is: damn baby you shit with that ass. thank youuuu <333

I wanna apologise because you've had to wait months for this but after way too long - I have finally paired you with

Anna/Huntress and Freddy Krueger!

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Anna may come off as scary but she really isn't. Under these circumstances, you were probably either a survivor she had to sacrifice during a trial but either couldn't bring herself to kill you, or you managed to escape - or you might've been another killer she met in-between trials. Huntress does have a mean exterior but she also does have a soft side and a big heart (which she does try to hide when others are around). Her love language is gift giving, she isn't really one for affection since she isn't used to it but she will go out of her way to make and find you items like flowers and even your own mask (of a raccoon) if she has the time and resources. Her nickname for you is actually енот (raccoon in Russian) because you remind her so much of one. Dates with Anna would include going for walks in the somewhat safer areas of the northern woods where the more dangerous prey don't lurk. Huntress would probably hum her lullaby to herself as the two of you walked before stopping to talk with you about whatever was on either of your minds. She likes hearing you talk about your interests because yours and her lives are very different - unless you also lived most of your life alone in a forest - and she just finds you interesting in general.

Gardening! With! Anna! The Huntress is more of a "natural instincts" type which means she knows a thing or two about which plants in the northern woods are safe to eat and which weather conditions they thrive in. You would have to do all this before winter hits though, unless you want a frostbitten lip to match Anna's. She will insist on teaching you how to hunt and gather food for the frozen period but apart from that she also wants to learn how to garden with you even if you're just planting flowers outside the cabin to lighten it up a little more. There isn't much to do during the winter except for waiting for the warmer weather to break through, luckily you can pass the time with crocheting which really comes in hand with the colder weather. If you can, crochet her a sweater! She would practically end up living in it while she's around the cabin but if she suspects she's going to end up in another one of the Entity's trials she'll switch back into her worn out beige/white one she's more known for since she doesn't want your sweater getting dirty or ripped. You would probably end up making her a scarf or a set of gloves to wear as well just so she doesn't get frostbite again - if she hasn't already stolen said scarf or gloves, that is.

Forcing Freddy to watch Star Wars with you truly is something. He's never really been into that sort of stuff and he doesn't really understand what's going on but he'll try to enjoy it since he knows he's not getting out of this without not having seen at least one of the movies -but be warned, he's the type to half-jokingly yawn during the not so action-y parts and ask questions every two seconds. "Why does he wear that helmet?" "His face is burnt, just like yours Freddo" "Ah. . .maybe I should get one as well. Who's that I forgot his name already-" He's almost concerned with how much you swear - even he doesn't swear that much - it's gotten to the point where he has a tip jar set up in the kitchen specifically for you to fill and once it does eventually fill up, he gives you the money to spend on whatever you want before the cycle repeats itself again. Sometimes Freddy likes to surprise you with things that fit whatever you're fixating on at the time, maybe he'll show up with a plush of a character from a movie you like or materials for a certain craft you're enjoying. He isn't really one to indulge in other's interests unless either it peaks a genuine interest in him or if he's just bored.

Freddy loves your thighs, you can sometimes catch him running his fingers or his blades just running along the skin gently while the two of you are sitting together or while you're trying to fall asleep. He also likes that you can be mean even if you do it unknowingly. He thinks your sense of humour is funny and he also tries to be mean and tease you about things like your height even though he's only a few inches taller than you (he's just glad he's finally met someone shorter than him). Freddy will try to use your head as an arm rest and call you short but it never really does much since you'll just start roasting him. One thing that Freddy loves to tease you about is your risqué writing. Now, Freddy isn't one for reading - that is until he stumbled upon a piece of writing you were working on that you'd left open on your computer and of course his curiosity had gotten the best of him and he read the whole thing. He's a bit - actually, VERY - dirty minded so he brought this "writing piece" up with you immediately. Oh, the look on your face made him laugh. Let's just say that this made him want to visit your dreams a lot more than he already does. On the topic of romance, the first time you used your pickup line on Freddy he didn't know how to respond, he didn't know if he was supposed to be aroused or scared.

They're both aware of your insecurities but you really don't have to worry about that around these two because they don't care about those details you hate and also they've probably been through worse - look at Freddy, he looks like he was left in the air fryer for too long - so anything about yourself that makes you feel icky almost goes unnoticed by these two unless you mention it and it does makes them wonder how you can dislike those things about yourself. Of course, they've got their own insecurities themselves. Sometimes when Freddy catches a glimpse of his appearance in a mirror he may feel disgusting but he mostly just feels enraged by the reminder of what was done to him, but what really gets him is his fear of you leaving him for someone that isn't like him. It's hard learning about the Huntress' insecurities since she hides them so well and doesn't really seemed to be ashamed of anything but who knows?

#slasherbastard matchups #slasher matchup #slasher #horror #writing #dead by daylight #dbd #anna dbd #the huntress #freddy krueger #a nightmare on elm street #i think i have 4-ish more requests to get through then matchups requests will be open again pog #is it me or is this a really long request

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rottingflovver · 4 years

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Nikolai with a clumsy s/o please 😌❤️

Omgosh I love Nikolai sm and I'm clumsy as well so I had fun with this one uwuwuwuwu

What if I wrote a scenario instead of headcanons 😳

Prompt: Nikolai x a clumsy reader

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A quiet day, for once.

Nikolai took the liberty of taking a day off ㅡ without much allowance, as per usual. After all, even with how big and scary his boss seemed, no one could truly stand between the jester and his free will. In a way it was inspiring. Liberating even; to know he cherished the time spent with you so much, that he'd consider it an "act of enjoying his freedom".

Well, either that, or he simply wanted to abuse your baking skills. "I haven't eaten piroshki in so looong~, I'd like for you to make me some! Da?", you remembered his sweet plea with fondness, warmth spreading through both your cheeks and your heart. How could a man so terrifying be so equally adorable? His statue was tall and slender, with a generous hint of muscle and a strong build ㅡ yet you couldn't imagine someone softer and more child-like than him. He was a genuine enigma, yet you loved him so.

Ding!

So caught up in your thoughts, you completely forgot about the task at hand ㅡ the piroshki frying in the fryer! You sprung up at once, slightly embarrassed at your lack of attention. In a frenzy, you grazed past the mittens, attempting to pull out the fried dough with your bare hands.

Turns out...bad idea.

You choked back a scream as agony spread through you; the scolding oil having fallen right onto your non-dominant hand. Tears formed in the corners of your eyes, yet...you suppressed them. For it wasn't that which you were concerned about, but rather the piroshki, which were flying through the air, dangerously close to the ground. Never in your life had you felt colder. Never mind the heat radiating from the fryer, never mind the hand injury, burning and aching, never mind the blush of embarrassment; you felt shivers run down your spine, all the way from head to toe. Nikolai was a good man, sometimes, but the thought of what he could do to you… You almost felt your consciousness slip away.

With eyes clenched shut you awaited the inevitable sound of wasted food hitting the dirty floor. You waited…and waited. Yet it never came. Instead what you felt was a quick hand wrapping itself around you, pulling you in a tight hug. Too tight.

"My little dove…" Nikolai's hot breath whispered into your ear. Even without seeing him, you could feel his smile, nuzzling against you, "you're so clumsy, ehehe."

This was...odd for him. While physical affection wasn't terribly uncommon, it was usually provoked by something. It made sense. For him to embrace you in such an intimate way out of the blue, it flustered you. "Niko…Nikolai…" your hands awkwardly toyed around with the sleeves of his outfit. "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to get so careless…"

A giggle escaped him. "D'aw don't worry!" As he pulled himself away from you, you saw his eyes shining with delight. He didn't have anything covering his right eye for once; no card, no nothing. It was only with you that he was this exposed, this vulnerable. His messy bed-hair only added to the aesthetic, wrinkled clothing suggesting he's been napping the whole day. He moved further away, never once breaking eye contact. "That's why I'm here, correct? I've been watching you… You look so peaceful, so serene. When your mind wandered away…" finally, he looked to the floor, almost bashful in nature, "I wish I could be like that."

"Nikolai…" you whispered. His goofy smile returned, as he gestured away. He was about to change the subject completely, but your hands moved on their own, placing themselves on his cheeks. "You'll find freedom one day, I'm certain of it." With more confidence than ever before, you promised to your boyfriend. He just stared in bewilderment, face blank.

A smile crept onto his thin lips. "...Thank you dove," as he spoke, his voice cracked ever so slightly. "Now now!" He jumped, turning away. "Hey hey! Let's eaaatttt, I'm hungryyyyy~!"

It had escaped your mind completely, but the piroshki! They were right there, neatly stacked on the dining table. Nikolai must've placed them there, catching them before they made any contact with the ground. It relieved you, seeing how reliable he was.

So with a satisfied smile (and a bonk into the corner of the table, ouch) you sat down to eat.

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GRRGRR SORRY IF THIS ISN'T WHAT YOU WANTED I JUST REALLY HAD TO WRITE SOMETHING I'm getting too rusty I swear dhsjjdj

#anyhow PLEASE suggest scenarios #preferably with doa or poe??👀??#or any woman ever #BUT YEAH I HOPE YOU LIKE THIS 💕💕#bsd nikolai #bsd nikolai gogol #bungou stray dogs nikolai #nikolai x reader #nikolai gogol #bungou stray dogs

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artificialqueens · 3 years

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Down with the Recipe, Bake from the Heart, 10/10 (Taywhora) - Juno

Chapter Summary: The three finalists are just three challenges away from the end of the Bake Off, and the reunion with their fellow competitors, families, and friends at the finale garden party. The Signature and Technicals will be the hardest yet, and the Showstopper will ensure the three finalists bare a slice of their hearts to the country. But who will take the winning cake stand?

A/N: I have been utterly blown away by the support and comments I’ve had for this fic on tumblr and AO3! Huge big thank you to everyone who has cheered me on with this. For ease, the finale and epilogue are in one here (but are split on AO3). I hope to be back soon with some short stuff for rare pair challenge! xo Juno

WEEK 10: GRAND FINALE

Aurora felt like she didn’t sleep all week back in Worksop, and now, the night before she had to take the train down south to film the grand finale, the very idea seemed virtually impossible. Her body and her mind tossed and turned, every time she closed her eyes she saw cakes and breads and pastries and all sorts of things she was sure she’d never have any desire to eat again.

She had no time to think about Tayce, but Tayce had found her way in through the cracks in her mind while she had practised. Gone from the tent, but not gone from her life. And her last act in the tent had been to give Aurora five words that had rung like a melody in her head ever since.

You can win this, bitch.

She reached for her phone in the darkness, and it said it was half past one in the morning. She’d have to get up in three hours to get ready, before she headed out for the train. Lawrence would already be on the sleeper train, and Veronica was probably getting up at around the same time. But as she opened their own three-way chat, she found both Lawrence and Veronica were also messaging at silly time in the morning.

They weren’t sleeping either. Aurora understood why now.

Sure, she’d see Tayce again this weekend at the grand finale garden party. But her departure still replayed in her head.

Why did I end up this reliant on her anyway? I can bake without her. I’ve done it for years!

But this wasn’t just baking. It wasBake Off. It was surreal, intangible. It defied gravity. How many times had Aurora had to anchor herself to Tayce to keep herself from floating away?

Her phone came up with a notification from Lawrence.

Lawrence:why tf ru awake

The irony of Lawrence’s message was not lost on Aurora.

Aurora:your meant to be on the sleeper train Aurora: sleeper Aurora: clue is in the name Lawrence: yh but its stopped Lawrence: we’re in carlisle Aurora: what’s it like in Carlisle x Lawrence: dark

Maybe it was the lack of sleep, but it tickled her far more than it should, and she found herself laughing far too hard at the message.

Aurora: how much ru lookin forward to this bein over now x Lawrence: oh loads babes Lawrence: cant wait to bring that cake stand to Glasgow x Veronica:keep dreaming Lawrence Aurora: unlikely lol x

On second thoughts, the teasing and the laughter were a balm for her worried mind right now, and Aurora found she was laughing more than she had all week at their conversation.

Sleep is overrated anyway.

——

The tent looked huge and imposing, but Aurora was still not at the front to her relief. If Lawrence had gone home last week - not that Aurora had ever expected her to - Aurora thought she would have squirmed at the front under the gaze of the judges. Especially now, with just the three of them left, their voices echoing like a vast cave, all of their heartbeats just sounding amplified as they hammered against their ribs.

It’s the finale. I made it.

Aurora glanced at the two badges she’d won. The same amount as Lawrence, with Veronica having one to her name. But as they’d seen from previous series, the amount of times someone had won Star Baker was not an indicator as to who would win the whole thing. But it certainly gave both her and Lawrence a minor edge, and both of them a swell in their chests.

Everything felt new and fresh. Lawrence had re-dyed her hair, blue this time, the vibrant colour almost a distraction in itself. Veronica had new black nails which she tapped on the workbench, and her roots had been redone. Aurora hadn’t thought to do any of that, so she was pleased to still be at the back.

Her turquoise KitchenAid still glistened like new, the workbench sparkled with the glassy varnish, and the cupboards and shelves around in their pastel colours made the summer air feel all the more fresh and clean. She glanced over at Veronica, her own green KitchenAid in the same state, and Lawrence’s Cadbury purple one too.

I wonder if I can pinch the KitchenAid after filming without the crew noticing.

——

Signature: 12 iced doughnuts - 6 ring, 6 filled

If there was one thing Aurora hated doing, it was piping filling into something as fiddly as a doughnut. They’d have to cool down, be hollowed, and then filled, a really fiddly process.

It was the hardest day in the tent by far. The morning was rainy, light rain that almost felt like it wasn’t there, and the air was sticky and humid, pushing the temperature in the tent up, especially with the deep fat fryers they’d been provided for the doughnuts.

Aurora chewed her lip so hard that it bled, piping mixture, watching them all closely in the deep fat fryer, filling up her jam piping bag and spinning it so tightly that it threatened to burst and cover her in sticky apricot jam.

In front of her, Lawrence groaned a few times as she battled against the heat and the doughnuts as they spat in the fryer, while Veronica was wringing her hands at the dough as it came out of her own fryer.

“Too soft,” she muttered, followed by “God, too hard,” at the next batch.

By the time judging came, with Prue back from her illness this week, Aurora had almost forgotten what she’d flavoured them with, but she wasn’t alone. Across from her, Veronica stuttered as she spoke about her doughnuts, while Lawrence just pushed her hair back at the question.

“Don’t know,” she’d mused to the judges, some of the old humour returning to her voice. “Started making them, had a breakdown, and here they are. Enjoy!”

The judges all laughed, but Aurora caught a glint in Lawrence’s eye, and the same thought passed between them both.

It’s not a lie!

All of them had similar critiques. Unanimously told they had good flavours, good bakes, and good designs, it was becoming virtually impossible to differentiate between them. How were they going to decide a winner?

“How are they going to do this?” Veronica said aloud to the room, as they sat in Norton Hall (not Carr Hall, Aurora said to herself) waiting for the Technical challenge to begin.

“Not a fucking clue.” Lawrence sighed.

“Are any of you thinking about today though?” Aurora asked. “Are you just thinking about the Showstopper tomorrow too?”

Lawrence and Veronica both nodded slowly, none of them looking at each other.

“Are you all … doing the same thing as I am?”

Lawrence and Veronica just continued nodding.

None of them even needed to say a word. They all knew.

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Technical: Victoria Sponge (no recipe)

Technical sounded daunting at first glance, but Aurora tried to reason with her worried mind. Baking a Vicky sponge from scratch with no instructions? Please. Aurora baked a Vicky sponge twice a month for the local shelter. She could probably have done it in her sleep.

But the pressure cooker of the tent just made everything go up in smoke in her brain.

Her nan’s voice rang in her head for the proportions that she used to use. Two, two, two, and two eggs. But two what? Two cake tins? Two bowls? Two competitors? No, two pounds. When would her nan come into the new millennium and learn that no one talked about measurements in pounds and ounces any more?

“Lawrence?” She leaned forward.

“Alright, babes?”

“How much is two pounds in grams again?”

Lawrence was frowning. “What?”

“Please - just tell me. I know it’s a competition and all -“

“I’m not trying to stitch you up hen, I genuinely don’t know, I don’t use pounds and ounces because I entered the twenty-first century a while back.” Lawrence shook her head, holding her hands up in surrender. “What do you need it for anyway?”

“Recipe,” Aurora said, her already-hammering heart feeling like it could break her ribs.

“What’s up, love?” That was Veronica’s voice. Aurora closed her eyes, wracking her brain, but Lawrence’s voice pierced the gloom.

“How much is a pound in grams, d’you know?”

“Yeah,” came Veronica’s in response, “a pound is about four hundred and fifty grams. Y’know, you can also go the other way. A kilo is two point two pounds. What do you need that for, yours is already whisking?”

“No, Rory’s having a meltdown, and not with the butter.”

Jesus Dawn French Christ, Lawrence.

A hand met her shoulder, and Aurora was astonished to see Veronica at her side.

“You alright, love?”

She held her gaze for a long time, unflinching, but her eyes were softer than ever, and her hand was surprisingly warm and calming as she rubbed Aurora’s shoulder.

“Yeah. Just - this,” Aurora waved her hands, encompassing the whole tent. Maybe that was absurd to an outside observer, but Veronica knew. Veronica understood.

“I looked at your instagram,” Veronica said quietly, “and I know you bake cakes loads, so I know you can knock this one right out of the park, alright? And you know that too. I mean, I can’t remember a thing about making jam now! And I’m probably going overboard with my sugar. But hey, it’s the finale! I can’t be sent home now!”

Veronica shrugged, her face split in a grin that bordered on maniacal, and Aurora had to admit that she had a point. She took a shaky inhale, then let it out.

“Look, I know you miss Tayce,” Veronica dropped her voice even lower, her hand squeezing her shoulder now, “because I’ve missed Tia since alt week. And we know Lawrence is missing Ellie, even though she’d probably rather move to London and take up Morris dancing than admit that.”

“You say that, but I can do that accent, I’ve watched Eastenders,” Lawrence called over her shoulder. “And I won’t be any worse than Dick Van Dyke.”

“We’re all missing everyone,” Veronica said, and Aurora knew she didn’t mean everyone, “but you don’t need Tayce to be able to bake. You can do it on your own. You’ve done it loads before this show, and you’ll do it again!”

“I can’t,” Aurora heard her fear contradict her in a whisper.

“You can,” Veronica said firmly, her gaze now stern. “You can do this.”

Aurora took a deep breath, held for four, and let it out for five.

“I can.”

“That’s it, love,” Veronica said, nodding and starting to walk away.

——

“Here’s to the last time we’re here as a three,” Aurora said, raising her glass along with Lawrence and Veronica. One of the producers had brought in a bottle of champagne, and even though Aurora didn’t really like the bubbles very much - they tickled her nose - she accepted the glass that was poured for her.

“How much does everyone remember about today?” Veronica asked, her arms and legs crossed on the sofa. “Because I can’t remember a bloody thing. I can’t even remember what the judges said about that piece of crap that my Vicky sponge turned out to be. Did I come last?”

“Yeah,” Aurora nodded. “Was nothing in it, though. We were all shit.”

“Speak for yourselves,” Lawrence muttered, a hint of her old mischievous glint back in her eye.

“And tomorrow we’re recording the finale,” Aurora sighed, swirling the champagne. “Five hours in a tent, followed by half an hour break, followed by presenting the Showstoppers, followed by the garden party, followed by our speeches. And then filming three endings. Where one of us wins each time.”

“It’s gonna be worth it by the end, though,” Veronica said brightly.

“Who’s gonna come from your family, Lawrence?” Aurora asked.

“My parents, my cousin Chloe, and my best pal Stinky Pete.” Lawrence grinned. “Can’t wait to see them. And who have you two got?”

“Uhm,” Aurora frowned. “I know Blake’s coming, and my nan, but I thought you could only invite two people?”

“Mine said four,” Lawrence replied. “God, you really can’t count, can you?”

“What about you?” Aurora asked, motioning to Veronica with her glass.

“My mum’s coming and my brother.” She twitched her shoulders. “None of my friends could get time off. Shame, really.”

Aurora nodded, sipping her champagne, trying to hold off on sneezing through the bubbles. “And the others.”

“Can’t wait,” Veronica smiled her usual pinched, nervous smile, her leg jogging. “I’ve missed them all. Tia especially, but I’ve missed them all. I wonder who they all think will win?”

“And Ellie still owes me a tenner for that Puff the Magic Dragon shit that she thought Tayce’s biccies were,” Lawrence mused.

Aurora pursed her lips at Tayce’s name, but pushed it to the back of her mind. What mattered now was not Tayce, but the fact that her eyes were drooping after not having slept the previous night, and the champagne making her head throb.

“Early one?” Veronica’s sigh must have read been a telepathic projection, because they all stood in unison and trailed each other up the stairs to their respective rooms, ready to pass out and begin everything again in the morning.

——

Showstopper: A picnic for a fellow contestant - to include one celebration cake, 12 savoury pastries, and 12 patisserie.

When the three of them had seen the Showstopper for the weekend, right after Tayce’s elimination, they’d all nodded knowingly to each other.

This one has been just …made for us all.

It was obvious. It was blatantly obvious that everything that had happened had been noticed by the producers, and the staff, and everyone with eyes and without them too, that all three of the finalists were missing someone.

Veronica was setting her alarms up, all five of them as usual, before dragging her ingredients from the bag she kept. On her workbench, she’d gently placed a photo Tia had taken of some landscape or other. Lawrence had laid all her ingredients out on a baby pink tablecloth that complimented the purple of her own KitchenAid.

Aurora only had one thing to remind her of Tayce. She’d gone into a charity shop in the week with Blake, looking for something he’d seen in the window, and had found something that Blake had gasped at.

“It’s a Welsh love spoon!” He’d thrust the small wooden spoon into Aurora’s hand, and she’d turned it over and over silently in her fingers, marvelling at the twisting pattern on the handle, curling into a heart shape at the top.

“That’s fate, that is,” Blake had nodded. “You’ve got to get that.”

Aurora set the spoon now on the counter top, resting against her own KitchenAid for now, as she ran back through the timings again in her head, and what she was planning.

The twelve savoury pastries were easy. Puff pastry sausage rolls with added baked beans and cheese. Even if Prue didn’t like baked beans, that was all Tayce seemed to be eating every breakfast time.

Screw what Prue likes. This isn’t for her.

The cake? It had taken some thought. Black Forest gateau with a mirror glaze to top it off, not something she knew if Tayce liked, but something that felt sophisticated and stylish. And the deep purple of the blackberries was a colour that Tayce loved.

The patisserie was the hardest one, but she’d settled on millefeuille, similar to some that she made before for her nan’s seventy-fifth birthday, delicate and decorative, fragile-looking but built to stand tall. Not to mention they tasted so good that the world ceased to exist when someone bit into one.

“It’s like they’re all back here, isn’t it?”

Veronica’s voice was quiet, but happy. Lawrence’s intake of breath was shaky, but she didn’t turn to face her, focusing on her bake.

“You’ve got a tin of baked beans on your workbench, Aurora, it’s so surreal! And Lawrence, you’ve got so much pink on your workbench today.” Veronica motioned to the pink fondant she’d made, pink icing, pink glaze, pink cake filling. Pink and white marshmallows, pink jam … every shade of pink imaginable. Lawrence just gave a snort and shook her head.

It was meant to be the hardest challenge yet, but it definitely didn’t feel that way. The tent heated up with the warm sunshine outside and the combination of ovens and bakers and inside, but as soon as nerves started manifesting, the three of them were all there to diffuse them all for each other.

When Lawrence started dropping her utensils, both Aurora and Veronica were at her side in an instant to grab her hands and calm her down before she started panicking. When Veronica clung to the edge of her workbench, motionless, Lawrence and Aurora were both there beside her to talk her down.

But when the last ten minutes were called …

Shit.

Aurora felt cold fear creep back up her chest. She still had the millefeuille to assemble. She’d done three, but nine remained. And the puff pastry had to come out of the oven. And the glaze needed to be poured over the cake for it to set into a mirror in time -

“Aurora?” That was Lawrence, with Veronica on her heels. “You’re making a squeaky whiny noise like a balloon letting out air. What d’you need?”

“But - ten minutes - your own bakes -“

As Aurora flapped, the other two simply ran round her side and started doing it without needing her to tell them. Soon all her pastries were on the tray, and the cake was out the fridge, the glaze ready to go.

“You pipe, I’ll load,” Veronica muttered, and she did just that, while Lawrence put the cake onto the metal tray, jogging back from her own workbench where she’d had to finish off one of her own patisseries, and as Aurora finished piping the last millefeuille …

“Bakers! You have five minutes on your final Showstopper!”

They were all pulling out the stops, dashing between all three of their benches. Veronica was throwing gold leaf around like it was confetti. Lawrence was covered in icing sugar, the sweet scent filling the air. Aurora poured the deep purple onto the cake, praying to the Monster gods that it would set into a mirror glaze in time …

“Time is up! The final Showstopper has finished! Congratulations, bakers!”

The whole world seemed to crumble at Noel’s words.

Aurora looked at the mountain of food she’d produced, everything that reminded her of Tayce, and she knew then that serving this would mean serving a slice of her heart to the nation. And that was the plan all along.

Everything in her body ached, her bones were hollow, her breathing felt too loud alongside the deafening roar of blood in her ears. But as she leaned on the workbench, surveying the amount of work she’d done, she felt a tickle at the back of her throat, and suddenly she was laughing, so hard that she felt like she’d never stop. And then so was Veronica. Then Lawrence began too.

They were all cackling, all three of them, delirious with delight. Noel and Matt came to congratulate them, clapping as they did so, and then Veronica came out from her bench to hug Lawrence, and Aurora ran to join in, and the three of them were suddenly hugging, laughing, sobbing, cheering into each others’ ears.

Until they were all too weak to speak.

——

Aurora, first alphabetically, was going to be the first out of the tent with her final Showstopper, to make her way to the garden party that was always put on for friends and family for the grand finale.

All her bakes were on an enormous tray and she carried it, with Noel on her left and Matt on her right, all three of them bearing the load. Aurora was flabbergasted that nothing was moving, nothing was falling, but everything was still and settled.

As soon as she stepped outside the tent for the first time, she was met by a blast of noise like heat from a furnace.

Clapping, cheers, whoops, laughter. The crowd at the garden party was friends, family, co-workers, film crew, all the staff of Norton Hall, and of course Blu and Cheryl. She caught sight and sound of her nan - her nan! - her accent and her distinctive nasal voice above the rest of the crowd, bless. And Blake, waving his hands in the air and cupping them to his mouth to howl at the sky.

And the rest of the contestants, waiting with the biggest smiles, with applause, with cheers and shouts that drowned out everything else that was happening.

Tayce was in the centre. And Aurora had never seen her look so happy.

She rested the tray at the table outside the tent behind her name, and stopped, stunned, blinking so many times at the noise and her senses overloading. How green the grass was, how vibrant the gingham pattern on the table, how blue the sky was above her head, how bright and hot the sun felt on her bare arms.

“Go on, Aurora,” Matt muttered, pointing to the crowd. “You can go and see them!”

Aurora walked slowly, the dream she was in making her legs shake. Her feet were resting on air, two inches above the ground, just above the blades of grass. But she somehow made the walk, the whole twenty-foot walk, away from the tent towards them all, dazed by their overflowing love, their cheers and their applause.

Tayce was beaten in the first hug by Hurricane Ellie, swamping Aurora in her arms; and by the time she’d disentangled herself, Bimini was there, leaping forward and rubbing her arms and beaming at her; followed by a grinning Pip, followed by Joe, still cackling. In fact, everyone seemed to get a turn before Aurora was left with just Tayce, waiting patiently, the grin she wore showing all her teeth, her eyes crinkling in happiness.

“Told you you could do it, bitch!”

——

“I made this spread for Tayce,” Aurora began, still cursing that her name was first alphabetically and she was first up on the podium.

Part of the Showstopper this year was a little speech to the crowd at the garden party. It was meant to be a tear-jerker, obviously, for the viewers to have an emotional finale, but it had just served to make all the bakers pull their hair out while writing a speech about which contestant they were baking for, and why.

“I made it for her because Tayce has been my rock throughout the competition. We were on the back row together, we got through all the first challenges together … she corrected me on the name of the hall for God’s sake, I was calling it Carr Hall for ages!”

The polite laughter tinkled around the grounds.

“Tayce has been an inspiration in so many ways. She’s taught me that … that I can channel my worries into the energy that I use to make a cake or a bread or whatever - and that can be fuel for me, to push me forwards. Tayce showed me that they were just a source of power like anything else. She always told me to relax. Well, chillax. And when I did, I rediscovered that I loved baking.”

Aurora couldn’t look at Tayce, even from this distance. Couldn’t see her eyes. If she did she might burst.

Lawrence and Veronica sat on the chairs next to the tent, next to the judges, waiting their turns, while everyone else sat or stood on the grass; but Aurora’s position on the podium, towering over them all, kept eyes trained on her as she gave her speech about her Showstopper, before everyone would come and eat.

“Me and Tayce,” Aurora’s voice cracked. “Well, we didn’t always get along. It’s a competition, and we all have our eyes on the prize, and that pressure of wanting to be the best got on top of us both at times.”

The silence was only broken by birdsong.

“But Tayce taught me that I do my best when I’m relaxed. When I’m loving what I’m doing. She taught me that my thoughts can be my own worst enemy, especially when I’m thinking about other people.” She paused, glancing back at her cue card, the words jumbling before her eyes. “And most of all she taught me that - that I ama great baker. That …”

The lump in her throat was back, the fear creeping up her windpipe to strangle her words. She shook her head defiantly.

“That I am more than capable, that I’m skilled, and that I’m … loveable. She held up a mirror for me. So I made one for her too. Thanks, Tayce.”

More polite laughter, followed by applause, as she indicated the mirror glaze cake.

Finally, she met Tayce’s eyes, and as soon as she did, her own burned with unshed tears, emotion swelling in her like a tidal wave.

But Tayce too, her lip quivered, not even noticing the others around her or their applause. She opened her mouth, and her lips moved, but only for Aurora.

“Love you, bitch.”

Aurora managed to mouth back to her while applause rang in the air.

“Love you, too.”

——

“Ellie’s gonna hate me for this,” Lawrence muttered into the microphone, and Aurora looked over at the crowd, Ellie already shaking with silent laughter with her hands over her mouth. “I made a spread for her. She probably wasn’t expecting it, it rains too much to ever have a picnic outside in Dundee, poor bitch has probably never seen the sun -“

“Lawrence,” Matt Lucas piped up, “just a reminder that this will air before the 9pm watershed.”

“So I can’t say bitch? Fuck’s sake!” Lawrence put her hands on her hips.

Aurora put a hand to her mouth to stop herself from making too much noise, but laughing this much was making tears stream down her face; and Veronica, sat next to her, leaned into her arm, also shaking, stuffing her fist into her mouth to silence herself.

“Anyway, I made all this pink stuff for Ellie. And not just because Team Scotland has to stick together,” she added, as Ellie whooped in the crowd, “but because she really has been the best friend I could have made here.”

Veronica let out a cough that sounded a great deal like ‘sexual tension’ and she and Aurora spluttered with laughter.

“And ignore the peanut gallery over there,” Lawrence motioned to Veronica without even looking. “Because first and foremost, Ellie has been a great friend to me. She sat with me when I was upset when I did something wrong, and she was the first to celebrate anything I got right - even if it was at her expense.”

“Aww,” Veronica murmured next to Aurora.

“I take everything really seriously. I take baking to heart. If I’m not good at something, it freaks me out, because I’m usedto being good at everything I try. Gifted kid syndrome, if you know you know.” Lawrence thumped her chest. “But Ellie just has fun with it all. She taught me that you can have fun with something without necessarily needing to be perfect at it. There isn’t a yardstick of quality to having fun. And even if I’m not good at something, it doesn’t mean it wasn’t worth the time.”

Ellie was now quiet, as the others turned to watch her, but she was only looking at Lawrence, oblivious to everyone around her as the grin on her face quivered with emotion.

“Ellie is fun. And I wanted to make something that would be fun, and also her. That’s why there’s a lot more pink than I’m used to,” Lawrence continued, motioning to the huge pink cake and the pink icing on the choux buns she’d made.

“When I was unsure of myself, Ellie reminded me of what I could do. But she also reminded me that I should be having fun. That’s the reason I made this for her. Because baking should be fun, and should be something you don’t take too seriously. And once I got that, I loved it.”

As everyone applauded again, Lawrence gave the crowd a thumbs up, pushing her hair out of her eyes, looking as if she wanted to get off the podium as fast as possible.

——

“Come on Veronica,” Aurora muttered under her breath.

Veronica looked very short, smaller than usual, even on the podium, the microphone somewhere at her forehead before she adjusted it to her mouth. She licked her lips; her eyes darted to the crowd, to Aurora and Lawrence sat separate to them all, to the judges, and then down to her note paper again.

“Well,” Veronica said for what felt like the fortieth time, another giggle escaping her lips. “Hello, everyone.”

“She’s bombing,” Lawrence muttered.

“She’s just too nervous,” Aurora nodded.

“Right. So. I made this spread for Tia, you know this now, because there’s a sign saying Tea or Coffee on it, I thought that was a nice - erm, a nice touch.”

“God.” Lawrence put a hand to her chest.

Aurora watched as Veronica took a deep breath, held it for a second, and let it out slowly, the silence only interrupted by birdsong.

“I - I’m a perfectionist. If it’s not perfect, I don’t want it. If something is out, even by ten grams, even by a centimetre, I just want to throw it out and never look at it again.”

Veronica repeated the deep breath, clenching the podium, her knuckles white.

“Me and Tia just clicked. We’re quite similar, me and her. We have the same humour, we like the same police dramas and murder mystery documentaries, we both like art and drawing and stuff -”

“Since when does Veronica like drawing?”

“You need to check her instagram page,” Lawrence muttered back, “it’s all artwork.”

“- but the one thing me and Tia didn’t have in common was baking. Tia’s an amazing baker. But something about that tent - as soon as she was in it, she kept making a mess of everything, she won’t mind my saying that; and I know she got really frustrated, but she never wanted to quit. She just always wanted to get better.”

Veronica was tearing up, it was evident even from this distance, her white knuckles shaking. Tia, in the crowd, squirmed for her, clutching Pip’s hand as Veronica fought to get some more words out.

“Tia taught me that it’s fine to make mistakes.”

Another long pause.

“Not that - I don’t mean that Tia is always making mistakes! She does a lot of stuff really great! But she taught me that being perfect is basically impossible. And that I can trust myself if something goes wrong, that I can trust myself to be able to fix it, and not just give up.”

Tia dabbed her eyes with her free hand, shuffling nearer to Pip, who had a hand on her own chest in sympathy.

“Because she doesn’t give up. She just wants to do better. And I love that about her. I wish I’d put less pressure on myself when I first got in there, trying to be perfect at everything, instead of trying to be my best, and getting better by making mistakes.”

Veronica finally seemed to be settling, the rare smile appearing.

“She showed me that making mistakes is fine, and it doesn’t mean I’m a failure, it means I’m a person. And she - her bakes were amazing, and lovely, and she’s such a genuine person that everyone in the tent fell in love with her. Well,” she paused, looking up, “I did.”

Tia’s jaw dropped as she clutched at her chest, leaning into Pip at her side, tears falling freely down her face now as the rest of them clapped, while Veronica’s smile widened, her own tears falling too.

“That’s so …” Aurora murmured, not realising she was holding Lawrence’s hand.

“… cheesy,” Lawrence muttered, but her voice had a crack in it.

——

Aurora’s nan got the first hug when she went over to her family. Her best friend Blake had the second, patting her heavily on the back.

“So which one is the one you made all the cake for then?” Her nan motioned to the crowd of contestants, who had been mostly all mingling together, now breaking off to sit with the crew and each other.

“Tayce is - oh, she’s here.”

Tayce, appearing from somewhere, plonked herself on the grass by the picnic blanket and helped herself to a sausage roll. “Oi oi, saveloy! Oh, these look nice! You put baked beans in them?” Tayce grinned. “You know me like the back of your hand, Rory!”

“Beans on toast was your go-to breakfast, wasn’t it?”

“Oh god, yeah,” Tayce nodded. “Breakfast of kings! The only breakfast! If I could have beans on toast for the rest of my life, I’d die happy. A bit flatulent, but happy.”

She looped her arm through Aurora’s waist, planting a kiss on her lips, before picking up a pastry, leaving Aurora floating just a little from the contact.

“So are you two dating now?” Blake asked, his eyes wide as saucers, hoping for gossip as usual.

Aurora met Tayce’s gaze; they hadn’t really discussed anything official yet. Tayce’s smile was strangely shy, and her eyes earnest, a thousand questions behind them; but as they both nodded simultaneously, it felt like they could work out the details a little bit later.

“Yep!” They both exclaimed at the same time.

Tayce reached down and grasped Aurora’s hand. “And you’re the first to hear about it - not the tabloids, not Hello magazine!”

“You’re not just putting it on for the cameras, are you?” Aurora’s nan teased, wagging her finger at the pair of them.

Tayce turned to glance at Aurora, the same thought passing between them both.

“No way,” they both said at the same time, to a snort of laughter from Blake.

There had been a time, not too long ago, that Aurora might have taken the question as a cue to overthink, overanalyse - but that thought didn’t even exist any more. Instead of being like ducks, kicking to stay on the surface, they now just floated effortlessly.

Aurora just squeezed Tayce’s hand.

Everything was falling into place.

——

“Taking into account your final bakes, and your performances throughout the series, we’ve made our final decision.”

Aurora’s left hand was numb; Lawrence was cutting off the circulation to it.

They all stood before the judges, filming the first of the three endings to keep the actual winner a secret from everyone. This would be Aurora’s win; they’d then film Lawrence’s and finally Veronica’s. For now, they all stood in line; Aurora at Lawrence’s right and Veronica at her left.

Prue held the cake stand, the Bake Off emblem engraved in the glass, all of them in a line waiting for the decision, while the crowd stood impatient, ready to put on a show to congratulate them all.

“You’re all incredible bakers, the best in the UK,” Prue continued from Paul’s speech, “and this was the most difficult season by a long way to judge. You’re all so skilled, imaginative, and clever, and I know you’ll all go on to amazing things after this is over.”

Lawrence’s hand was shaking in Aurora’s; and she could hear Veronica’s breathing on her other side.

This is it.

“The winner of the Great British Bake Off is …”

Complete silence.

Even the birdsong had waned in the background.

A silence that seemed to last an eternity.

Aurora watched Prue’s mouth, wondering when she would open it again, put them all out of their misery, Veronica’s breath audible through the silence and Lawrence’s hand sweating in hers and Aurora’s heart must be the loudest thing in the whole country right now at the rate it hammered her ribs -

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EPILOGUE

October 2021

Tayce had had to let Aurora go for Blu to wield the camera at the three finalists on the smallest of the neverending number of sofas in Pip’s sister’s house. Lawrence in the middle of the three, all squashed together on what was really a two-person sofa, but they’d all linked arms and interlocked their fingers, staring at the screen, watching themselves.

“I’m never gonna get used to being on screen,” Tia mused, shaking her head. “I swear I don’t sound like that.”

“You do, you definitely do.”

But Tia was only half paying attention to Tayce’s words, her attention on Veronica, who was ignoring her, staring enraptured at the screen. Lawrence, on the other hand, kept glancing over to see Ellie, both of them doing that strange thing they did in filming yet again, just able to know when the other was looking over at them to make sure they were alright.

Tayce tried to relax, hands in her lap, but her chest fluttered every time she met Aurora’s gaze.

The finale had been Tayce’s favourite episode to watch, simply because she hadn’t been in it. The element of surprise was there as she watched it, although it was there for all of them, because there the finalists were, on the screen, still waiting for the winner to be announced.

It must be between Aurora and Lawrence. Veronica only has one badge; it probably won’t be her.

“The winner of the Great British Bake Off is …”

The painful zoom of the camera on everyone’s faces. Aurora’s nervous smile, pure yet heartbreaking. Lawrence looking at the sky to stop herself from crying, both her hands occupied by another finalist. Veronica, her stare intent with anticipation, chewing her bottom lip.

“Aurora!”

The room erupted.

Cheryl was jumping up and down, the first at the sofa to hug Aurora as she sat still as a statue, hands at her mouth and eyes agape in shock, as Lawrence pulled her tightly to herself, planting a delighted kiss in her hair.

“It’s you!” Veronica shrieked, shaking her knee, “it’s you! You won! You won the whole thing!”

And then everyone else streamed in to hug her. Pip was first - Pip was always the first to lay a comforting hand - Tia was close on her heels - Ginny’s hands looped round her neck from behind and their eyes crinkled in joy - but Aurora still sat frozen, only her rapid blinking suggesting anyone was home at all.

Tayce felt time stop again, but this time in a moment of perfection and not defeat.

The contest environment evaporated, she couldn’t fathom feeling anything but pure elation for Aurora’s win, couldn’t fathom having felt any other way for this wonderful woman who she was lucky enough to now call her girlfriend, sat with her hands at her mouth and silent tears coursing down her face as Blu pointed a camera at it.

“Aurora! It’s you! It’s you!” Blu was patting her knee while the rest of them excitedly hugged and squeezed at her. “Do you have any words for us right now, or is it a bit overwhelming?”

“It’s - what - I can’t believe it!”

Aurora’s phone was buzzing on the dining room table, undoubtedly hundreds of friends and family calling and texting and tagging her in Instagram posts and tweets, congratulations spilling over from every direction, an outpouring of love and support and adoration.

The programme was still running, footage of Prue and Paul giving their final summaries of Aurora, and the other two finalists - other contestants giving sound bites - Aurora’s finalist speech as her face was red with tears - the where are they now segment starting to play for all the contestants.

Pip back at her day job, giving the camera a thumbs up, followed by a snap of her with Ginny at Blackpool Tower and a video of them both on the Big One. Joe reliving that Instagram video again, and clips of Cherry, Ellie and Asttina all trying to recreate it too. Cherry back at the dog-grooming business she worked for, and walking her own dog. Asttina back at the gym, followed by a photo of her and Bimini on a boat on the Thames. Bimini at their laptop, followed by pictures of them holding the childrens’ book they’d written since the show. Ellie’s move to Glasgow, a clip of her dyeing Lawrence’s hair back to the bright purple it was now. Tia and Veronica somewhere in the Lake District, windswept but with smiles a mile wide.

But Tayce didn’t see or hear any of it. Aurora was the only thing she could see.

And as she stumbled towards Tayce, draping herself into her arms and laughing in delight, Tayce held her as tightly as she could, crushing her eyes shut but not stopping her own tears, her heart bursting for Aurora as she was privileged to share this moment of exhilarated happiness with her …

She’s already a Star Baker. She doesn’t need a badge or a title.

But she’s got both now! And hopefully she can know that she’s a Star Baker as much as we all do!

——

THE END

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stumbleintothesun · 3 years

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Life Rant

For the few people in here...sorry lmao this is long as hell.

Lately I've been feeling like...garbage. I know there's no one on this place that really follows me, so this is me posting to the void.

I have been dealing with a lot of health issues related to my mental health and weight. I've gained nearly twenty pounds in a year, and no matter what I do my weight doesn't budge. I work out regularly, Ive been trying to eat better but...my only thought is its because I'm working a desk job now - which I fucking hate with a fury. And I know my weight isnt the end of the world - it just really, really fucks with my mental health. I've always felt ugly. The only time I didn't was when I was super thin which I know is problematic - and I know that's part of my mental health...like my aunt died from an ED. And my mom definitely had/has an ED even if she's gotten much better about it in the past few years...

And I'm finally getting my face to clear up after wearing these masks for a year - a year! But I'm still dealing with the healing process and I'm anxious it will scar. I've worked this entire pandemic at a job I *hate* just to you know, finally pay off my student loans just go back to school so maybe I can do something I love. But even at 25 and providing for myself, I hardly got any financial help. The only thing saving me is my grades that got me a decent transfer scholarship.

But the first school I applied to wanted my high school transcript, even though I have an associate's degree, and because I'm, frankly, stupid I somehow missed that they needed it. So they threw out my application that I spent an otherwise four hours writing for.

So I'm going to Eastern, which frankly will be better for my mental health, but they don't have a tuition free program. So I'm going to have to borrow money after just finally paying off my single year at a liberal arts college debt that I took on when I was 17 (it ended up being like 30k to pay off). And it's all because I didn't fucking read right. So much for being a good student, I guess.

But it wouldn't have mattered because they would've hardly taken any of my classes despite most of them being from down the road and for an associate's degree! And even Eastern is giving me a hard time, despite my degree they say I don't have the basic level biology course - my degree is biology focused! I'm going into ecology! I have taken genetics, conservation biology, anatomy and physiology, cellular biology but I don't have intro bio? So now I have to test out, on top of working full time. Which is fine, its a good refresher...I'm just so overwhelmed with life right now. I have a stack of over 100 flash cards and I'm just anxious.

This is a year after my partner went through an ugly break up with their old fiance (we were poly), and their ex was an abusive POS who once told them if they came out as anything other than their assigned gender, he wouldn't date them anymore. He gaslit them constantly, made them feel like hell. So we finally got out, but he wanted the house they got together or 10k. He made over double what they make - and he always forced them to pay half the bills, including half of his fucking protein bullshit because it was "groceries." He knew they didn't have the funds. Because our friends are amazing, we were able to buy him off but he left the house trashed.

It fucking sucked, and they were also responsible for getting his name off the house which meant a refinance that we could hardly afford. We got lucky we were able to do it, but they hardly got anything back for it. And it was a *nightmare*. We finally got it done, after pulling teeth and it took six months. Four months longer than they said. And that entire time they were forced to occasionally reach out to him, their old abuser.

Finally we were free, but then I started having further issues at work. Between the pandemic, and working in a heavily red area during the election, I cried a lot. I work in customer service and while I make okay money for the industry, I'm constantly burned out. My colleagues are okay, but it feels stupid to leave just to find a job for three months to go back to school. Then I started being short in my drawer (I'm a teller at a bank). The final straw was being short $500. Now I'm on a work plan, and if Im short again, I'm out. And it's my fault. I don't know how it has been happening. So now I'm always on edge at work, triple checking everything. And I could leave, I could get another job but there's no promise I'll make what I do now, and in order for me to pay for the chunk of school I need to, I have to put away a certain amount every month.

I do have a grant of sorts for 5k per semester to help with bills, which will alleviate a lot once August arrives. And I know I'm crazy lucky to have that. So sometimes I feel like such an asshole about it. But we have a house to pay for and bills to pay. Just like everyone else. Ugh, I don't know.

I talked to my doctor about my weight, came in with calorie intake numbers and how much I work out with zero change. I cut out pop entirely from drinking it every day. Nothing has helped. So we switched my meds from Lexapro to Wellbutrin to see if I lose weight because of that. Nope, just having more mental break downs, steady weight, and my resting heart rate is abnormally high, stopping me from making a little extra cash donating plasma. So now I'm switching back to Lexapro with nothing gained other than. You know. Feeling like shit. Next up? Birth control coming out of my arm. Don't really need it anyway. And maybe that will help? But I don't think so. I'm not sure what to do.

I am genuinely trying to be healthy, eating more whole foods. More veggies. More home cooked meals. I love to cook, I'm just tired. And sometimes the air fryer and oven baked frozen foods are too easy to pass up. I'm trying to always eat breakfast. I'm working out again, we have a gym membership but there are so many men there and I dont always feel comfortable, because my partner has been anemic and they can't go yet. So I use our bike in the living room and do home workouts.

But when I did this last time there was zero change in weight or anything. Even when I ate really, really clean for three weeks and worked out for most days, tracking calories and everything. Nothing changed. My thyroid is fine, we've already checked it. I'm just tired.

This past year, other than being with my partner has fucking sucked. And this doesn't even cover all the shit they've dealt with with switching to they/them and a name change. I love them so much, and love that they are finally comfy but their parents were assholes about it. And that matters. It does, and I get it. I just wish I could help them more. I wish we had a break, a breather for longer than a day. Even then I can't relax, I'm too on edge. There's too much to be done. I need to earn money, I need to clean, I need to focus. I need to be productive in some way to justify if I'm not working on those things. It's...all dumb.

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tinyanimelover · 4 years

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Twisted Fates

I was going to wait to release this series but then I got a little excited about it and couldn't wait any longer lmao I hope you’ll enjoy this series as well!! ^.^

Modern AU Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez x Reader

Genre(s): Slow Romance (Even though I've never done this before, I will try my best), Time Travel, Angst, etc

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Grimmjow stared down at the shy girl in front of him, her eyes casted toward the ground as she fidgeted with the hem of her skirt. "Are you gonna talk or what? You're starting to piss me off" he grunted, shoving his hands in his pockets "What the hell do you want?". "Well..actually...I was wondering if you...maybe.." She mustered up the courage to look up at him, eyes swirling with a mix of fear and hope "G-Grimmjow-kun, d-do you want to go on a date with me!". He raised an eyebrow, surprised. Not at the fact that he'd gotten yet another confession, but that it came from this kind girl. Of all girls, this one seemed to be quiet and shy, mostly he'd get confessions from girls who were rowdy and such. Wait, who was this girl again? He chuckled in amusement, "The hell? I don't even know who you are. I don't like girls like you anyways". Her eyes widened, he could see the tears beginning to form "H-huh..but...I'm in your classroom..I have been since middle school..". "Hm?" He turned around and waved a hand "Never noticed. Thanks for wasting my time". "..G-Grimmjow-kun! Please! Don’t leave me!" He heard her call after him, he turned around an immediately his eyes widened. There she was, covered in blood on the floor, eyes void of life yet the felt like they were staring straight into his soul. He stumbled backwards, tripping and falling onto his back "T-the hell!".

He jolted up, panting and gasping for air as the sweat clung to his bare body. Eyes wide as closed his eyes, trying to catch his breath. "..that..dream again..." He whispered angrily as he plopped back down, eyes glued to the ceiling. In the background, he could hear the tv from the living room going. The light from the sun peaked into his room, he groaned as he'd waken up early once again. "--six days since the gruesome murder of--" he sighed, rolling over and staring at the clock "--police are asking that anyone with any kind of information please step forward to help find justice and peace for this young woman who was found dead in her apartment by her neighbor--". He sat back up, eyebrows furrowing as he recalled something. I have been since middle school. Seriously? Why did he remember that of all things? Minutes later he was digging in his closet through a box titled Middle school, eyes focused as he tossed some of the things to the side as he searched. His eyes narrowed after a moment, fingers brushing against a photo before he picked it up. "...I knew it..." He said softly, sitting down properly as he stared at the photo "It was her...". He shut his eyes, recalling the events from that night, regret filling him "...shit..this whole time..i forgot who she was..". Hours later and he was stepping out of his apartments, phone pressed to his ear as the person on the other line spoke. "--so we'd like to have you come back down here to give us your statement again. Could you do it today?" The man asked. Grimmjow's tired eyes trailed over towards the crying male as he stood outside of the apartment next door, yellow do not cross tape guarded the door. "..I have to get to work, I'll stop by after" he let out, ripping his eyes away from the male as he walked away. "No problem, we'll see you after then. Thank you again, Jaegerjaquez-san" the man thanked before Grimmjow ended the call, going down the stairs. He could still hear the man crying, making him sigh as he slipped into his car, glad that they hadn't noticed him leave his house. If he thought his life was shitty before, it was even shittier now. As soon as he arrived to work, he was met with reporters, asking questions simultaneously, he couldn't even think as he stood there. Why? Why were they trying to pry into a dead girl’s life? Into her last moments with her asshole neighbor? "Can you tell us what happened?!" One of them asked. "Was she dead when you got there or was she still alive?!". "Were you two close?!". “If she was still alive, did she have nay last words? Did she say anything before she died?”. "Is it true that her body was cu-" the reporter was cut off when Grimmjow's co-worker stepped in and helped him get inside in one piece. "Whew! I've successfully saved Mr. Popular!" The blonde haired boy grinned as he threw a fist in the air "Extra 25 exp!". "You're such a nerd, Suu" another man spoke up, his steel colored eyes held boredom as he looked over toward Grimmjow "They've been out there since we opened". "You lose 100 points for being uncool, Umeki!" Suu stuck his tongue out. "..tch.." Grimmjow let out as he passed the two and went in to the employee room, ripping his shirt off. Angry. Confused. What the hell did he do wrong? Why did he have to be involved? "So..." Suu drawled out as he entered the room, "...did you really know that woman?". Grimmjow paused as he pulled the work shirt on, his back out in the open still "...the hell does it matter anyways? Focus on your dumb games and leave me alone". "Aah" Suu said excitedly "This is just like that game I bought last month! Underneath the Web Of Lies! I passed the game last week, the killer ends up being the main character's best friend who was in love with her since they were kids but she never loved him back". "Are you trying to say I killed her?" Grimmjow jeered, obviously annoyed now as he pulled the shirt on and fixed the collar. "No, of course not" Suu explained as he crossed his arms and leaned up against the door "It's just that the police only released her name and that she'd been killed, the investigation doesn't seem to be going any further than that from what my dad tells me. He's on the case too, but he said he doesn't have much hope for the woman". "Boo-fucking-hoo" Grimmjow let out as he finished getting dressed and pushed past the male "Go fucking cry about you're weird dead girl kink to someone else". How did he get dragged into this? Was it karma for what he'd done to her all those years back? Did he deserve everything that was happening to him? "There you are" Umeki said as he motioned over towards the fryer "Get to work on the burgers. Boss says we'll have to only do delivery and take out until this all dies down for you or you can take a few days off so that we don't lose anymore sales than we already have, you're choice". "...seriously?" Grimmjow let out with wide eyes, fists balled. "Boss is too kind to tell it to you straight but since it all happened, we've been losing money because of the reporters. As co-manager and his son, I don't want to see my father go through anymore. If he loses this place, he'll have nothing left" Umeki sighed "I hate to be that asshole, but you really should take a few days off. Let the shop recuperate it's losses". Seriously. His life was turning upside down so fast, all because of one damn woman! Someone he had no connection to at all until the day she died. What the hell was happening? He stared coldly at his hands as he walked back to his car, mind thinking back o that night. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't forget it. It was burned into his brain, so much so that he couldn't even sleep ever since then.

“...the hell....the hell! Wh--what do I do?! the police aren’t gonna get here in time, what do I do?!” Grimmjow said wide eyed as he stared down at the bloodied body of his neighbor. She struggled to say something but couldn't, tears spilled from her eyes as she weakly reached her hand out towards his face, a sad smile on her lips as she mouthed something. She died not a moment later, her bloodied hand print on his face as he stared down at her, heart thumping against his ribs. What,,could he have done? What should he have said? He could feel the tears falling from his own eyes, he wondered why. He didn't know her. He barely spoke to her. So why...did he feel like his heart was just ripped from his chest?

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