#me writing hundreds of words only for him to say like 3 sentences (not even) its fine .

[featherstcnes]

regret had been aching in his very bones since he'd left elain in that hall during the winter solstice. he'd had no choice, not entirely. if it were a different world, and rhysand was not his high lord, he would simply have never left. the image of possibility had been on repeat in his mind for longer than he'd liked to admit. this was a mistake. it was painful, practically -- seeing that image of hurt on her face after he'd said those words he'd never meant. had he ruined every single memory in her head that they'd shared? every single walk in the garden, every moment that he'd sat with her after the cauldron?

his shadows seemed to be creeping around his shoulders even more lately, as if they wanted to pull him into a corner and drag him down into depths unseen. he wanted to pretend as if nothing could hold him down, as if nothing could stop him from having what he wanted, but of course, he understood rhysand, despite his hatred for having to stay away, despite the envy he felt for what his brothers had and yet he lacked. he'd been successful, for the most part -- keeping away from the house was easy, if he kept himself busy. but velaris was home, he couldn't stay away forever. and despite his attempts to stay away and keep his distance, the very voice he'd been trying to avoid filled his every sense. shadows slowly started to disappear from around his shoulders as she spoke. azriel stilled.

@homebehind asked: did you mean it? any of it? (elain to azriel? 👀)

with his gaze focusing on her, he felt the hit of her words to his chest. it seemed they both were saying things as if they were daggers ready to be thrown, finding their target. " elain. " the name leaving his lips felt almost like a plead to him. but it sounded as if he was unsure of what even to say -- her name leaving his lips softly, as if it was a petal from a flower in her garden. he allowed himself to look at her then, desperately trying to replace the memories of that flash of hurt in his mind, the image of leaving her standing there as if he'd not wanted to kiss her then and never leave. as if he didn't want to simply disappear into the shadows with her and finally taste what it was like to kiss her, to hold her in his grasp.

he didn't know how to approach this, and so, instead of filtering through his mind for the right thing to say, he simply spoke. he was sure rhysand would hate that he was even having this conversation, but it was too late for that now. it was too late to pretend as if this hadn't been eating away at him endlessly since he'd last seen her. " if you think, for one moment, that i have not meant every word, every action before i --- " he didn't really feel like bringing up the event in their recent past; of leaving the both of them wanting. he continued, hoping that the expression on his face was enough of an explanation as to what he was referencing. " i'm sorry. " he didn't want to blame rhysand, he didn't want to go into details that he knew he shouldn't share.

PRE ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP PROMPTS

[luveline]

hiiiiiiiii jade! <3

would you be willing to write a fic about girl dad!spencer x bombshell!reader? i can only imagine what an adorable riot their daughter would be!!!

tysm!

ty for requesting!! mom!reader

Spencer always thought you were too beautiful for him. Too funny, too brave, too confident. For years he feared he’d never be anyone you could love; he was the opposite of all your best parts, he talked too much about the wrong things, he went red whenever you so much as looked at him, and he couldn’t flirt back, not for anything. 

But it’s been a very long time since he felt that way. What good is a father who doesn’t believe in being yourself? Amanda deserved to be loved from the moment she drew breath, and he shouldn’t have been any different. 

Now, though, he’s wondering if he shouldn’t be so accepting of all her whims. “I am not wearing that, daddy,” she says. 

She’s just old enough to put together sentences but young enough that the individual words sound like building blocks, chunky and clumsy on her little mouth. Her lips are yours, her smiles and frowns one hundred percent you. (Though you argue with him often that the quizzical pout she does is all his.)

“What do you mean, angel?” he asks, bent over her sock drawer looking for a matching pair. 

“This is pink, and this is purple.” She points. 

“Yes, and you like pink and purple!” 

“I like pink… and I like purple,” she says. 

“But not together?” he asks knowingly. “You want them at different times, is that it?” 

She runs for his legs, hugging them tightly. “Thank you.” 

“You’re so much like your mommy it’s scary,” he whispers playfully, leaning down to pat her small back. “Okay, angel. I’ll find you a different dress to wear. Or maybe the dungarees!”

She lifts her chin up to smile at him. “Y’okay.” 

“Spencer, Amy!” you call, voice carrying from the kitchen. “Are you guys ready? We have to go soon and you haven’t even eaten!” 

Spencer used to sit at his desk daydreaming about you. He’d drink five cups of tea a day to get to walk past you for the kitchenette, hoping you’d be making a coffee, that you’d flirt with him over corporate rewarded donuts. Now you’re making him breakfast as he persuades your daughter into jelly shoes because she wants tall shoes like mommy. They compromise —Any will wear the wrong shoes if Spencer agrees to carry her to the kitchen table. 

“Sorry,” Spencer says as he pushes open the door into the kitchen. He's trying to be the best dad he can be all the time, but he doesn’t have a knack for the mornings like you do. “We won’t be late.” 

“That depends on how agreeable my lovely girl is feeling today.” You pick up the pink plastic plate you’ve filled with eggs, toast, and a mix of washed berries. “What do you think, Amy? Looks nummy?”

“Chocolate chip?” she asks, eyes already widening. 

“It’s breakfast, honey,” you say, scooping her out of Spencer’s arm to carry her to the table. “Chocolate chips are for dinner.” 

“Please?”

“If you promise to be really super duper good at Uncle Derek’s, then yes, you can have some chocolate chips,” you say, tucking her chair in, and kissing her chubby cheek. “You want me to make you milk or juice, mm?”

Spencer spots the two plates you’ve made up for you and him on the counter and quickly brings them to the table, sliding yours in front of you with a long-pronged fork, his hand on your shoulder to keep you in your seat. “I’ll get it,” he says, ducking down to kiss you on the side of the mouth. 

You turn to Amy. “See that, sweetheart? See how nice and kind your daddy is to me? He’s soooo nice. This is why we love him so much, and we appreciate him so much.” 

Amy nods emphatically, blueberries tumbling off of her plastic fork. “So much,” she echoes, her voice like melting sugar. 

He has a weird moment by the fridge where he has to grip the handle. “You know I used to dream about making you a cup of coffee in the mornings?” he asks. 

“Spencer, come over here and kiss me again, please,” you say, sympathetic and fond.

“Me too!” Amy says through fruit. “Me first.” 

“Oh, gosh, this is one of the hardest decisions of my life,” he says, sweeping in to dot your cheeks with kisses, hers then yours, three apiece.

[absolutebl]

Wedding Plan Trash Watch!

You ready to snuffle-kiss the burn? 

Before I start...

Find out about Mame and the Mameverse here.

Find my other trash watches of her and others here. 

We all know what we are getting in for, 7 episodes of BLduggery. To crane your neck as you drive by the car wreck or not... that is the question. Me? I'm wallowing in the guts. 

Episode 1 - In which I craft an ode to Dumpster Fires Everywhere 

I am sorry, but they opened with Battle Hymn of the Republic for PrapaiSky’s wedding? I busted out laughing. 

Also, you KNOW I can’t just let that go. 

Ready?

LET’S SING! (Bet you’d never thought I’d type those words). 

Battle Hymn of BL Tumblr

Mine eyes have seen the glory of the burning of the trash This is barely even BL it’s just Mame writing slash  She hath set ablaze such garbage in pursuit of all our cash But the trash watch must go on! 

 (Buh buh ba buh) 

Glory, glory hallelujah!  Mame hit us with a sewer.  Spoiling all our fun, Oh the shit storm has begun, But the trash watch must go on! 

I have seen the dumpster-fires of a hundred BL tropes She will sacrifice her ukes ’til they’ve lost all of their hopes We will watch in righteous anger while the refuse burns and smokes But the trash watch must go on! 

 (Buh buh ba buh) 

Glory, glory hallelujah!  Life’s rough for a BL reviewer.  When OG BL fans run afoul of Mame stans  But the trash watch must go on! 

 Buh buh buh buh! 

Thank you, thank you, I’ll be here for the next 7 weeks. Yes some of my rhyming conventions are awkward af but I never claimed to be a filker. Now where was I?

Oh YES, 

STILL AT THE VERY BEGINNING. 

Where have I seen this seme before? Oh! Top Secret Together. 

Micky D sponsorship? Nice. I’m impressed. 

Too many sound effects, abort! Is that the sound tech from Lovely Writer I sniff? Someone please fire his ass. Yes, it must be him. Only a straight dude misuses buttons like that. 

I feel Nuea’s pain I too hate the gym. 

This better not be in one of those situations where after instalove our seme arranges for the wedding planner boy he likes to plan his own wedding so that he can marry him at the end. 

Lots of pronouns going astray in that sentence, but you get my meaning. 

Drag baby around. Locker room. Kabeldon 

Honestly? And this is not usually a criticism I lob at Mame ( I know is there anything I have lobbed at her?) but the leads seem a bit stiff and uninspired. 

It is just me? 

Episode 2 - What’s this? Oh is that boredom? 

What are these boys in these office BLs doing behind their desks on those computers? They never actually seem to be working at all. They’re like brochure stock art ads for boys on computers. 

I had to skip most of the humiliating stuff with the food in the car and whatever was going on because… aargh. 

They keep ordering food in this episode of nobody’s eating it. And it looks really good and I’m hungry and this is very upsetting to me. 

Lom is just totally jerking Nuea around. Just tell him what your relationship is with the bride. 

There’s no need to be so fucking coy about it. 

I love the flaming yelling fit from Nuea tho.  

It was also a good kiss. 

But that’s what we expect from a Mame. 

Mame giveth and mame taketh away. 

Somewhat dull episode frankly. Even with the kiss.

Sigh. What have I become?

Episode 3 - WHAT IS THIS? There is nothing about this episode that pleased me even a tiny bit. Except Noel’s hair. But that wasn’t part of the script. 

Buckle up, I got A LOT to say. 

It’s a pleasure to welcome you back to your normal and expected ABL meets Mame interface where... ABL LOSES THEIR TINY MIND. 

Right on schedule it feels like. 

Ready?

Oh who am I kidding, you sadists life for this shizz. And you can’t tell me you don’t. 

Lom is so frustrating. 

I wanna punch him too. Sing it, sister! 

Random water sports. (And not of the kind one might expect from Mame. Stop it. You know she would go there. She’d think it was edgy.) 

Peeps! 

We need a name for when a BL reviews itself. 

It keeps happening. 

Should you tell him everything? 

Yes. 

1000 times yes. 

I’m basically screaming it at the screen. 

TELL HIM!!!! 

You tricked him into a date without telling him a single thing about what’s actually going on. Are you insane? 

What the hell. 

You keep kissing him but he is planning your wedding. How fucked up are you? You monster 

A Mame show calling out its own exploitive sexism is so fucking awkward. 

Mame. Sweetheart. Snookums. Sugarbeans. Shaken-baccon. You don’t have enough fucking talent to go meta. Leave it to the better BLs to follow trends. Your shizz is old fashioned and that’s why people like it. Don’t try to be classy, it makes this whole shit show just look even more shabby. 

Poor baby. 

Now he’s doubting himself completely. 

What are these assholes doing to you? 

Come with me. 

I’m going to transport you to this other terrible BL trash watch happening right now, where there is a LOVELY adorable boy named Max and I think you would be perfect together. 

So it’s basically just Narnia-level closet cases we are dealing with here? 

THAT’S IT?

THAT’S THE EXCUSE FOR THIS LEVEL OF MANIPULATION?

WHAT IS GOING ON? 

Nuea is such a cutie.

I want to punch Lom all over again.   

Noel looks v pretty as a blond. 

The proposal sequence was unnecessary. But at least I don’t wanna punch anyone. 

THIS IS NOT AN EXCUSE for lying. For manipulation. For not understanding how you’re betraying another person’s faith in himself. 

Especially not if you’re in the position of power: social, cultural, employer. 

Why doesn’t Mame EVER understand this? 

You can’t have a character that is sincere and earnest in love and yet entirely lacking in all forms of integrity. 

This is driving me crazy. 

No one is in the show is as crazy as this show is making me.

I started this episode wanting to punch Lom, and I’m ending this episode wanting to punch Lom.

That’s a mame plot for ya. 

No character development at all, on any side of the screen. 

And someone, mostly me, is always left with a mad desire to punch something. 

Frankly, I kinda want to punch the screen.

Episode 4 - I Am Going to Start Drinking

I like consent especially when “no” is activated. But this being Mame she shoe horns it in and then the seme ignores it. 

It’s so awkward. She’s actually incapable of making any non-problematic tropes sexy. It’s like there is only one lane for her shows and that lane is...

the WORST 

My “Punch Lom in the face 2023” campaign continues.

I don’t see how he can ever become a sympathetic character. He just trundles along lying by omission (when speaking up would make everything better). I hate him. 

I’m glad we get to see Nuea suffering, now show Lom what he has done and make him lose the boy. 

No? No.

Instead Lom gets rewarded with sex for being a sleazy lying gutless jerk? Well terds to both you fine gentlemen. 

I mean, very gay of you, Nuea sweetie. 

“Because just SOOOO hot” being the #1 excuse in my personal “I slept with WHAT?” experience. (Heh, to be fair I’m often the WHAT? in that equation. I live to be someone’s bad mistake... just not Lom-level-bad. 

Where was I? 

Oh yeah, Gaga has the sex scene. FYI. Came outta nowhere, that sex scene did. Very disjointed... not that kind of joint. Not that kind either.

It’s not a particularly impressive sex scene, which is disappointing. Because WHY ELSE WOULD WE BE WATCHING?

I mean, if you’re going to have your characters (and by extension us) forfeit all integrity and taste in order to watch your stupid show, the least you could do is give us decent chemistry. 

I’m not saying this is worse than LITA but at least LITA was hot.

It wasn’t anything else. But it was hot.

This this is 

not hot. 

In conclusion: if Nuea’s baby bro doesnt’t punch Lom in the face next week I will have to start drinking on Weds...

oh wait!

BMF ends this Friday! I can switch to drinking mid week!

YES

(I have a new rule: only one BL a week is allowed to drive me to drink in any give rotation.) 

Imma preemptively point out that I am aware that bearding and lavender marriages are still quite common all over the world. I would whole heartedly support a good depiction of it. (Even one where it stays fix in the beard position.) This is NOT a good depiction. 

I shall draw your attention to 2017′s rarely discussed (not really BL) We Are Gamily out of... you guessed it... Taiwan. You can argue with me about this only AFTER you have watched that. 

Okay, back to the trash watch. 

Episode 5 - I Neglected to Drink and that was a Mistake

Ate a lot of crap traveling home today (feel gross) + tumblr new desktop UX has me pissed + Mame & alcohol? I’m not sure I’d survive. So no alcohol. 

Here we go. 

Poor Nuea feels so guilty. 

Please save me from ever feeling that way after sex. *shudder* 

Before you ask, to the best of my knowledge, I have never slept with a married person. I’ve slept with married people... married to each other mind you... but I hope that makes it clear everyone was consensual. (I recommend it, by the way. Being a unicorn is lots of fun.) 

Where was i? 

We were dealing with punching Lom not my misspent youth. 

(looks at calendar. wait, that was last month.) 

PUNCH LOM 2023! 

Queen! 

I love her.

It wasn’t a physical punch but a verbal one is almost as good. (And can be more damaging in the long run.) 

Could we please still have an actual punch?

Pretty please?

Mame punches her characters all the time. And no character ever deserved a punching more than Lom. 

I do wish there was a nice boy back home to scoop Nuea up. 

That line of boys wanting him, could we see it, not be told it? 

I do like the random sinshine hyung side couple. 

Omg. COLD MICKY D?! 

That might just be the most objectionable moment in this whole show. 

And that’s a tall order. 

Pun intended.

(straight, HA! pun not intended but still very much THERE) 

Was I pleased we got multiple characters who are just outright gay? Yes. 

But representation has not been one of Mame’s issues. 

I mean Tharn was one of the first openly gay seme leads in a Thai BL, and she also had rep for lube and condoms in that show. That’s not the issue with TharnType. Or Mame. 

Her issues tend to revolve around story structure and audience manipulation. 

Was I pleased that Nuea knew what was going on? Yes, I’m glad he’s not totally clueless. 

I still want Lom to be punched in the face and I’m still mad at this show. 

Episode 6 - Too hot to drink, still a Mistake

I finally figured out my real problem with Lom. It’s not that he was closeted and manipulative without good reason (although he is). It’s not that he lied and strung Nuea along for a lot longer than was necessary (because he did). It is that he basically does everything for himself and his own ends. Even when he’s confessing his love it comes off as flat because it isn’t about Nuea and what Nuea wants or needs, it’s about Lom wants.

Hanging a lampshade on it doesn’t make it right. 

It was good bridge kiss. And car kiss. And sex kisses. 

There is something corrupted grunge romantic asking the person you love most in the world to hide that love and climb back into the closet with you for the sake of your nasty arse family (is that a queer taboo, hum). I’m not saying lavender marriages are necessarily wrong, I’m just saying it’s an interesting plot twist in a BL. 

I think we HAVE to hold this up and examine it in stark contrast to the final ep of Bad Buddy. It’s interesting how the closet retreat didn’t bother me at all in BB, and I thought it was quite a clever and elegant ending twist. Whereas here it’s just annoying. It’s not making me as angry as it probably should. But it is annoying as a narrative conceit and denouement.

Can I ask a question.

 It’s not a serious question, of course. 

What is up with all of the shows this year having dates on lakes featuring that thing where you ride a funny little floaty-boat while being dragged behind a fast boat. I’m sure it has a name, but I could not care less. New sponsor? 

The sex scene was fine. But I have to say, I wish they had leaned into the fact that Lom is a virgin and Nuea has more experience. It would’ve been a really interesting dynamic to see honestly represented on screen.

In conclusion, Nuea is a saint and next week everything comes to a head that didn’t already get head this episode.

Episode 7 - Finally I’m drinking! 

I am having a tiki beverage this evening to round out this show. Coconut rum and mango popping Boba are involved. Don’t judge. I have the alcohol palate of a 7 year old. 

I’m ready! Let’s shave this beard!

And, well, that was a pink saturated drama of the mothers in law. Enjoyable lakorn style scenery chewing. The ladies seemed to be enjoying themselves.

Lom pretending to be sad and pitiful. Also funny. 

Using his evil against his mom is acceptable. Suddenly his manipulative lying ways are working in the right direction. 

Honestly? 

This was a fine ending, I’m not mad at it. 

They managed to keep Lom in character until the end, he remained deceitful.  I would never trust him, but clearly Nuea is willing to ride that dragon. 

I guess 7/10? 

If you can tolerate Mame and liars (kinda the same thing) you’ll be fine with this show. 

But, frankly? Lom as a character would sit better amongst the drama bananas of Only Friends.

In summation: 

A lackluster Mame offering with less of her usual stellar chemistry, but all of her usual manipulation. An innocent wedding planner falls haplessly and hopelessly in love with a groom who relentlessly pursues him, even though he’s about to marry someone else. 

(source) 

[emmyspov]

Communication (Boromir x Reader)

author's note: after reading some really amazing boromir fics (yes, @sotwk i am looking at you especially 👀) i am now in my boromir of the fellowship era (also legolas, I know, i am like 10 years too late for my age group, but i've suddenly become very obsessed with orlando bloom) and wanted to contribute something! please bear with me, it's my first time writing for him & english isn't my first language 🩷

warnings: everybody lives AU, angsty in the beginning (insecure reader/boromir), idiots being in love & fluff (plus a tight friendship between faramir and reader & established faramir/éowyn <3) - let me know if i missed something!

word count: 2.2k

edit is mine, all pics are from pinterest :)

“You should join us again. My brother has been looking for you all evening.”

You turned around to Faramir and sighed. “I know you only want to make me feel better, but I saw him dancing with a fair lady earlier, probably one of noble blood.” You swallowed hard. “And the way he was looking at her, I just-” You shook your head while focusing on cleaning whatever surface seemed dirty, leaving your friend to imagine the rest of your sentence.

It wasn’t necessarily a secret that you had been harboring feelings for the Lord of Gondor and yet, he seemed blind to whatever affection you were trying to show him.

The younger one of the brothers leaned against a table, his eyes fixated on you. “You should see the way he looks at you.”

A bitter laugh escaped your lips. “Are you taking on the role of the jester tonight? His eyes never even cross mine.” You wrung out the piece of fabric with your hands, trying to let go of some of the heavy feelings in your chest.  

“Please, Faramir, you are only making this harder for me. Boromir will never let his heart be captured by someone like me.”

“My brother does not care about status. You could be the lowest servant and it would not affect the way he feels about you. You care for Gondor, for the people here, our people, and he sees that. Nothing else matters.”

You finally let go of the dirty cloth in your hand and faced your friend, wiping the sweat off of your forehead with the back of your hand.

“I’m not saying he cares about my rank; I’m saying that he has hundreds of people who want him. Women and men from all over Middle Earth. Why would he go for someone who… no one else has ever shown interest in?”

Faramir was about the reply when your voice cut through the silence again.

“By now, I think I am just not lovable in that way. People love me as a friend, as a sibling or as an advisor when there is work to do. And I adore that. I love that I never have to question if there are people who care for me. But I do ask myself if there is something wrong with me.”

The younger brother squeezed your shoulder in a comforting manner. “The only thing that’s wrong with you is the way you see yourself. You will find someone who-“

You finished his sentence for him, a teasing grin on your lips, as soon as you realized he had gotten lost in thought. “Someone who will make your palms sweaty? Your heart beat faster? Someone who will make the blood rush into your cheeks?”

A giggle left your lips at the sheepish smile on Faramir’s face. “I apologize.”

Your finger poked his chest, scolding him playfully. “Don’t you dare, son of Gondor. You deserve this. You really do. I can see that Éowyn brings joy into your life. Speaking of Éowyn – shouldn’t you return to your lady?”

“And leave you here all by yourself? No, let us go together. You haven’t danced with anyone tonight and I cannot let you leave in that state. I have to a see a smile on that face.”

It was impossible to stay in your little bubble of self-pity when you had a friend like Faramir. Even though he was courting a shieldmaiden of Rohan, he was still watching out for you and your happiness.

“You have convinced me. One dance and then I will leave.”

Faramir smiled and pushed himself away from the table, leading you out the door where you nearly bumped into his older brother and Éowyn.

“My love, we were looking for you”, she exclaimed and immediately wrapped her arms around his arm. “Boromir wanted to get away from everyone for a moment and we figured it would only be the two of you in this part of the building.”

Little did you know that Boromir had pretty much begged his soon to be sister-in-law to lead him to you. And she was neither dumb or blind, she knew how you two felt about one another.

Your eyes fell to Boromir’s hands. He was carrying several jugs and although he did so with ease, you couldn’t help but offer assistance.

“May I help you with that, my Lord?”

His eyes locked with yours and immediately, you looked down to the ground. Blood rushed into your cheeks and you cursed yourself internally.

One look from him was all it took for you to get weak in the knees.

Boromir, on the other hand, was struggling just as much. If he said yes, you might feel like it was expected of you and that he saw nothing else in you but some sort of servant – which wasn’t the case, of course. But if he said no, he would lose another chance of getting to speak more than just a few words with you.

After what felt like an eternity, some words finally tumbled out of his mouth. “You don’t have to.” He cleared his throat, trying to get rid of the nervous lump. “But I would appreciate your company.”

Your head snapped up, eyes locking with his once more. With new found confidence and a smile on your face, you took two of the jugs and made your way back into the room you came from.

“Is there some warm water around here? To clean the jars?”

You nodded. “Yes, I boiled some earlier for other things, but do not worry. It is not your responsibility to wash up.”

The Lord chuckled. “It isn’t yours either. So, do you have a preference?”

“Sorry?”

“Would you rather wash or dry the dishes?”

Thousands of thoughts were running through your head and yet, the only thing you could focus on was the man in front of you, holding a towel in one, and a cloth in the other hand, asking you about what you’d rather do.

To others, it might seem like a small thing, but most of the time no one even cared if you did the chores around here, let alone offer help.

“Oh.” A smile spread over your face. “I do not have a preference.”

After one look at your hands and seeing how wrinkled the skin already was from all the work you’ve been doing this evening all by yourself, Boromir threw the towel at you and started to roll up his sleeves to protect the fabric from the water, exposing his strong forearms.

Blood rushed into your cheeks at the thought of what he could do with those arms and you averted your gaze, trying to think of something else, something decent.

“Why did you leave so early tonight?”

You were not going to admit that you had felt out of place all evening, that you had desperately wished for some of his attention or that you couldn’t bear to see him dancing with so many people but you.

“I figured I would be more of use here.”

The man looked around. “We’re the only ones here. The celebration is in the great hall and, forgive me, while you are a very hardworking person, there is no way you can take care of everything by yourself. Wasn’t it Aragorn’s explicit wish for us to enjoy ourselves tonight?”

You took the first clean jug from Boromir, accidently meeting his wet fingers in the process. A shudder ran through you.

“It was.”

“And you’re telling me you were enjoying this time here, working all by yourself, more than the festivities with your loved ones?”

You gulped. “I am telling you that I was only sitting around all by myself in the great hall and that, here, I could be at least somewhat productive.” You could feel his eyes on you and a sigh left your lips. “Alright. I felt like I didn’t belong there tonight.”

So much for not telling him.

“I saw Aragorn with Arwen and Faramir with Éowyn and I couldn’t stand the pity in their eyes anymore whenever they looked my way.”

“Why would they pity you?”

You set down another glass after drying it off, letting the question hang in the air for a moment.

Your voice was quiet when you spoke. “Because the man my heart is set on has not shown me an ounce of attention while I was there.”

The jug Boromir was currently washing slipped out of his hands at your little secret.

He should have known. There was no way he’d ever have a chance with you.

“I apologize for not paying you any attention.”

Your eyes widened. You hadn’t realized your statement was so revealing. Guilt was spreading in your chest as you saw his head hung low. He deserved to be happy, no matter with whom.

“No! No, I- I haven’t earned the right to tell you who you should or shouldn’t dance with. If she makes you feel light in your heart, then I support that.”

His green eyes met yours. “Me?”

Suddenly, you realized your mistake. He had not apologized for not returning your feelings. He was feeling guilty for not paying more attention to his friend earlier. 

Oh no.

“You were talking about me?”

“My lord.“ You gulped, trying to find something, anything, that would ease the tension between the two of you. “It was not my intention to burden you with my feelings. But I am glad that they are out in the open, even if you do not return-“

At that, Boromir wrapped his arms around your shoulders, pulling you against his hard chest. You tensed up.

“Why would you think I do not harbor the same feelings for you?”

You held your breath.

“Who do you think ordered fresh flowers to your chambers last week?”

Slowly, you lifted your gaze. “That was you? I thought- I thought that was Samwise’s doing because he is the only one I ever told my favorite flower, so I sent a letter to the Shire to thank him but he-“

“The halfling told me. After I asked him.” After a few moments, a chuckle left his lips. “I do admit, I should have added my name. Or at least a hint that it was me who sent the flowers.”

“But I don’t understand! Did you never notice my accidental touches or my longing eyes or…” You stopped yourself when you saw the playful twinkle in the man’s eyes. Your cheeks were burning when you realized what you had just admitted.

“I did notice. But apparently, I misunderstood your intention. I thought you were just being friendly.”

You let your head fall against his shoulder, soft laughter falling from your own lips by now. “We should really work on our communication, my beloved.”

“What was that?”

You could hear the teasing tone, but you did not care. “I said”, you whispered into his ear, “that we should really work on our communication. My beloved.”

Boromir hummed, one of his hands wandering to the small of your back. “We should”, he mused, while he dried off his hands on the towel you were holding. “But first, I think I owe you a dance.”

He saw your eyes widen with happiness at the proposition and his heart skipped a beat.

Oh, the things he’d do to ensure your happiness.

The fingers that weren’t sprawled over your back, grabbed your hand. You could feel your heart beat against your ribcage.

“I apologize in advance for stepping on your toes”, you breathed out which earned you a soft laugh.

“I have survived worse, sweetheart. I got you. Just follow my lead.”

Nothing has ever been easier. You trusted him.

Boromir was invading all your senses, making you lose track of time. His scent, his hands touching you – they were so warm, you realized – his gaze flickering back and forth between your eyes and your lips, making you dizzy.

A gasp left your lips as the lord twirled your around before pulling you flush against his body, his hands settling on your waist, holding you steady. His eyes were locked on yours.

No words could describe what you were feeling right now, your whole body was buzzing.

“Kiss me.”

Boromir’s grip on your waist tightened slightly and he cleared his throat. “Are you certain?”

You nodded your head yes. “I am. Please.”

As if he’d ever deny you such a request.

The man cupped your cheek and leaned down. Your heart was racing and you fisted the fabric of his shirt. Your pulse quickened and you closed your eyes, trying to calm your breathing before his lips touched yours.

His lips were warm. Maybe everything about him was warm, you wondered. A little dry, too, but you didn’t mind.

It only took you a few seconds to fully relax into his touch. Every thought in your head was replaced with him. 

A little whine tumbled out of your mouth when you two parted and Boromir took a deep breath before pressing a quick kiss against your lips once more. 

He grinned at you afterwards. “How is that for communication?”

You chuckled and wrapped your arms around his middle, letting your head rest on his chest. “I’d like to learn how to communicate with you in every possible way.”

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If you're still take the writer ask game, how about 3. 13 and 23 💘

Hiya Vilandel, I hope you’re doing well! Yep I’m still accepting asks for this ask game so no worries 😁! I hope you enjoy~!

3 that encompasses my style

I…I actually have no idea what my style is to be honest…I just kind of write 😅. But I have been told that I write great dialogue and sentences that have a bit of a punch (dynamic sentences maybe?). These two small little sentences are from “Children of the Future: Shadows of the Past” Chapter 11!

“ Not a chance, I’m going to stay right here and help you,” Neva told him seriously as she pulled her grimoire out and held it at her side. “ I need my husband, our children need their father, and this kingdom needs its King. This place is our home, and I’ll be damned if I let a few devils take it from us.” She added, making Yuno sigh, why was this woman so stubborn at the worst of times?!

As he opened his mouth to argue, suddenly a hundred or so spells suddenly came flying at the Castle wall, making everyone duck, shout, and use their defensive spells to try to block the onslaught. Yuno quickly pulled his wife down behind the wall and used his wind magic to try his best to shield them from as many spells as he could.

“ I’m not arguing, Neva! This isn’t a request, this is an order from your former Captain and King! You will leave and take the kids with you, and if you don’t leave willingly I’ll have Ralph drag you there, do you understand?!” Yuno shouted, his voice angry and serious, he rarely raised his voice at Neva. But when he did, that meant he was no longer arguing, and that she either listened to him and did as he said, or he would make her listen.

“ Sheesh. You could at least give me a chance to attack!” The devil shouted as they tried to catch their breath, and Yuno, without saying a word, walked towards them.

“ H-Hey! Don’t you want to know why we’re here at least?!” They shouted as they tried to sit up, but Yuno walked up to them and pushed them back down with his boot.

“ I already know everything I need to know. You attacked my home, attacked my people, and attacked me and my family. That’s all I need to know.” He told the devil coldly, and he raised his halberd. But just before he could deal the final blow he felt another presence, and quickly turned to use the Spirit of Notos to block an oncoming spell.

13 that helped me understand a character better

Oof this is a hard one, but I’d have to go with this scene from “Children of the Future” chapter 25! It made me understand Yami a bit better and his feelings towards Charlotte. Because while he is oblivious to her feelings, I don’t think thats the only reason why he hasn’t reciporcated her feelings yet!

“ Do you like mom?” She asked suddenly, taking Yami back a bit. He nearly smirked, she was trying to change the subject and get his attention off of her and Alistar. But as he thought about it, maybe if he told her how he felt about Charlotte, maybe it would help clear her confusion on her feelings.

“ I do, I like her a lot.” He admitted softly, this was probably the second time he had admitted it out loud and the first admitting it to someone other than himself.

“ Then why aren’t you two dating yet? Everyone knows mom likes you, and now I know you like her, so why aren’t you two together?”

“ Because,” Yami paused for a moment. “ Because I’m not good enough for her yet.” He watched as his ‘daughter’ frowned in confusion and he sighed before rubbing the back of his head.

“ Your mom, I’m not good enough for her yet. She deserves someone like her, a noble from clover, instead of someone like me.” Yami explained, Hikari walked over to him.

“ But if you two don’t get together then me, Hana, and Einar won’t exist!” Hikari argued, Yami smiled softly at her and gently placed a hand on top of her head.

“ Even someone like me knows that kid, you existing and being here right now gives me hope that one day I will be good enough for the Prickly Princess. But how I am right now, is nowhere near good enough for that amazing woman.” Yami told her gently, he ruffled his ‘daughters’ hair before looking behind her as Alistar made a grunting noise.

23 that was inspired by a work from another medium (music, visual art, dance, etc.)

Oh I have waaayy to many of these; like, i could make an entire masterlist of oneshots that were written based off a song or a dance! But for this, I’m actually going to use a scene from “A Colorful Spring” that was inspired from a scene in a Kdrama called “Touch Your Heart”!

As Klaus talked about their next exams, which were still weeks away, Yuno’s mind couldn’t help but wander. Earlier Neva said she liked the glances, the touches, and that sort of thing. So he silently wondered what else she would like. He blinked a bit as he noticed her watching him before turning towards Klaus again, he tilted his head in thought as a sneaky idea popped into his head.

When Neva turned back to look at him Yuno looked her dead in the eye and winked as slyly as he could. Neva’s eyes widened in surprise, they didn’t usually do things like that around Klaus and Mimosa as they were the most likely to pick up on them. She watched as he did it again, this time with a small smirk, Neva shook her head. Two could play at that game.

Neva waited until Yuno finished writing down some notes and when he looked back up, she began to wink back at him. She watched with slight joy as he tried his best to suppress a smile, so she continued to wink at him until.

“ Neva, are you ok?” Mimosa asked with slight concern, Neva turned to look at her friend as she tried to come up with a good lie.

“ Oh I’m fine. I just have an eyelash in my eye.” Neva said with a sheepish laugh, Klaus immediately jumped up.

“ I have some eyedrops in my bathroom. I'll go get them!” Klaus shouted as he ran off to his bathroom, Neva continued to try and play it off but Mimosa wasn’t having any of it.

Klaus came back with the eyedrops and for the next few minutes he and Mimosa went back and forth on who was going to put them in or if it’d be better to try and get the eyelash out with a piece of tissue first.

As this was all going on Yuno was silently chuckling, he couldn’t believe the situation Neva had gotten herself into. What started out as playful and silly flirting has now exploded into a medical emergency. He started to chuckle even more as Neva glared daggers at him. Finally they decided to just put the eyedrops in, afterwards Neva continued to just glare at him while mouthing the words ‘your fault’ and ‘you started it’.

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My file names are honestly pretty boring coz they are usually just the wip names ; w ; but here’s some snippets PLEASE MAKE ME WRITE!!! 

🐲: MIDNIGHT IN THE SHADOW OF BEASTS 🐾 2023

“Is that so?” Magnus purred. His gaze drifted past her shoulder to the edge of the highway. Carmine stiffened when it seemed to flit up the bole of the pine tree itself, but Magnus looked back at the Dolmir princess without spying Carmine hidden among the shadows. “And where is that jaguar who nearly tore my throat out? Perhaps we have different opinions on what it means for a person to come for your head. Does it count if you use only your teeth?”

🥀: IN THE SHADOW OF SPRING 🌺 2023

How would you have me describe it, Leda, that night we first met?

You might hate me for saying it this way, but Cantha was beautiful back then. Our winters are harsh and brutal, we both know this well. But then comes spring, at first a whisper and then a storm, and our hills shed their snow pelts for endless fields of flowers, all of them in bloom, an endless cascade of color that glows brightest beneath a sky full of stars. In my youth, I would roll down them laughing, hollering, all the joy in me spilling like an overfilled cup. I loved Cantha then, her warm floral scent, her towering mountain teeth. The way she held and watched over me as I grew from a foolish boy into an even greater fool of a man. I love her even now, ruin that she is, graveyard that she has become and become again, at long last.

After all, every winter, the snow bathes her hills under blankets of pure white. Every spring, her flowers still bloom.

🚪The Magician's Daughter & The Doorways of June

On the third stop in Coral City, Jewel of the Atlantic and third-largest of the respectable magicking cities of the globe, the Crescent Compendium Express picked up a most peculiar passenger. 

“Oh, Ozymandias,” his companion said irritably, tabby tail twitching as he adjusted the wide brim of his hat, “it is even more garish in person. Are you sure we cannot travel some other way?” 

“We’re not just traveling, my dear Parmesan,” Ozymandias, Lord-Wizard of Barro-Salvatore, thirteenth of his namesake and most honorable Third Chair of the Council of Nine Moons, said, and laughed a great and hearty laugh at the way the cat beside him bristled in indignation at the use of his archaic pet name. “We’re about to start the fascinating adventure of parenting. Such a quest should not be undertaken so lightly, or at the wrong starting line.”

🚬: CARFUCKER WOOOHOOOOOO

Summer licked its way down his spine as he stepped down off the wide wood landing of the front porch, swinging the screen door shut behind him. Sweat beaded at the nape of his neck, matting the lambent moon-silver of his hair to the soft flesh just below the titanium piercings studded through his ear from lobe to helix. Fireflies puffed up in clouds across the field, glowing just as green as the inhuman emerald of Nemesis’s eyes. When he was young, he thought they were natural—some endemic affliction of this particular place. They could grow dense as mist, those fireflies. Sometimes when they swarmed, even the clouds above the house glowed sickly, bathing itself in all that immutable light. 

Now he was older, and he knew better. His mother had loved to slip on the skins of other professions on her trips across the globe—model, actress, monster, mistress, and always more, more, more—though she never wore one false life for long. They were all chameleon flesh to her, the rippling surface of a pool of water, hiding sharper teeth somewhere in the depths below. She liked the sensation of it—of shedding her masks from one airport to the next, one decade to another. She wore them the same way she wore names, discarding their pretty syllables the moment her interests flared in another direction, turned another way. Nemesis had only ever shed one—a dead name for the truth.

🥘LAW MADE OF DEVILS D1 2023

“Give…it…back…” 

Vashon drew to a sudden halt. 

The headless body didn’t have any mouth to speak with. But Vashon wasn’t hallucinating—he’d made sure to carve the runic spellwork against auditory distortions into the shell of his ears years and years ago after a job gone horribly wrong on the Second Continent. The voice had been odd and androgynous, a gravel tenor as though it were rattling through the throat of a long-dead thing.

Interesting, Vashon thought. Very interesting. 

He dropped the spell in the back of his throat. The runes carved there went dull and lifeless, the searing heat and corrosive tang layering thick over his tongue until he swallowed it all away and said, “I don’t have what you’re looking for.”

The headless body lumbered another step.

“Give it…back.” 

“I can’t.” Vashon frowned before lifting his arms slowly to either side, palms spread in a show of harmless surrender. “I don’t have what you’re looking for. If you tell me what it is, I may be able to help you find it.”

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by surprise, part 3 of 4

As what was going to be the third and final part of this fic approached 5,000 words with more still to write, I decided that splitting it up was the way to go. So! Here's part 3 of what should now be 4 parts.

Hindsight ‘verse (AO3) but you don’t need any background. Nico/Matty, this new part is 2100 words. Not explicit yet, but will become so in Part 4.

Read the story so far: Part 1 Part 2

Part 3:

He tries to keep working after Izzy leaves. He really does. He has one window open with dates and quantities and notes about exceptions and special circumstances, and another with the spreadsheet that the food banks need by next week, and he's trying, trying to pull anything useful from the first and put it into the second but the screen keeps blurring in front of his eyes.

He buries his head in his hands and fights back frustrated tears. There's a nudge at his leg: Jupiter, looking very concerned.

"I'm okay," he tells her, but his voice is a mess and she doesn't seem to find it convincing at all.

His phone rings before he can either try harder on the convincing front or just give up entirely. Matty, on a video call. Nico shakes himself and tries to look more put together than he feels. "Hey."

"Hey," Matty says. He's got the phone in one hand and his sandwich in the other. "How're you holding up?"

Nico shrugs, and then has to turn away from the screen when a strong hh'ITCHHiu! comes out of nowhere. "Izzy left," he says, sniffling.

"Yeah, Jamie told me. She texted him when she was heading home." Matty takes a bite of his sandwich. "Seems like you're still at it, though."

"Trying," Nico says, and his eyes fill with tears again. "It's just…" He bites down on this lips to keep them from spilling. "Not really working."

Matty puts down his sandwich and leans in close, his face nothing but concern. "Babe."

"I'm okay," Nico says, even though the tears are winning now. "It's just…" He gestures at himself, not wanting to say the fever in case that will make it real, and sniffles some more.

"I don't think you're going to get any more work done," Matty says gently. "Time to call it a day?"

He works his lips between his teeth, not wanting to admit defeat, but his head hurts and his throat hurts and he can't breathe through his nose, and his eyes just keep watering without his permission. "Okay."

With a little more prodding, Nico messages his supervisor to say he'll be out sick the rest of the day and probably tomorrow. When he looks back at what he wrote, he finds three typos in as many sentences. Maybe that will just prove his point.

"Okay," he says again, and somehow it's like giving in has made him feel worse. He's shivering, which isn't right. It's plenty warm in here.

"Okay." Matty's voice is warm but insistent. "Fever check, meds, sleep."

He closes his eyes against the to-do list. "'s just a cold."

"Nic." Matty's the only one who gets to call him that, and it's intimate every time. "I can see you shivering from here."

"Wish you were here," he says, low and raw, eyes cast down.

"Me, too." Matty pauses, apparently listening to someone on the other side of the phone, and then nods. "Jamie's gonna cover for me as long as it's slow enough here at the end of the day. I can't leave now, but hopefully I'll be home a little early."

"Thanks, Jamie," Nico manages.

Jamie's face appears at the side of the screen, sympathetic. "Feel better, bud."

He nods, but he's fading fast.

"Sign off your computer," Matty says, because yeah, when he gets like this he needs someone— needs Matty— to take the lead. "There you go. Do you already have water? Good."

He trudges up the stairs and changes into pjs and takes his temperature with shaking hands.

"A hundred point eight," Matty reads aloud when Nico holds the thermometer up to the phone. "I'd've guessed higher."

"Me, too." His voice is a whisper, eyes closed standing up. "I feel bad." He'd like to be able to come up with better words, but he can't find any.

"Meds," Matty repeats. Then, once Nico takes them off the bathroom shelf: "Just painkillers? We've got some cold and flu meds somewhere…."

Nico shakes his head. Decongestants make him feel weird. Might be worth it at some point, but not now. He just needs something for the headache, and the sore throat, and the fever that's threatening to rise.

"Okay. You got it? Good."

From anyone else it would be patronizing, but from Matty it just feels like a solid handhold in shaky ground. Good, you're doing good, Matty says, and he makes it into bed.

"Sleep. I'll be home in a few hours. Love you."

"Love you, too." -

He doesn't actually get to sleep before the first problem presents itself: his nose won't stop running. Like, at all. He'd pulled the curtains closed before he got into bed, so the room is dim, the afternoon light just barely spilling in around the edges. He sits up and his head spins and he coughs for a while and it spins some more, but eventually the world steadies enough for him to get up and shuffle to the bathroom. He pulls out a hand towel from the linen closet, then stops at his dresser; he's got quite a collection of handkerchiefs in his top drawer. He pulls out the stack of the plain cotton ones and brings the whole thing back to bed. Double-checks that the tissue box on his nightstand is full and pulls it onto the bed as well. Thankfully he doesn't have to go searching for a trashcan. Given how many tissues he goes through even when he's not sick, they keep it on his side of the bed. It's very intentionally tall enough to fit an entire box's worth of discarded tissues. Because that's how some days go.

Like today, apparently.

He coughs some more and rubs at his face, hissing when he hits his raw nose. The Aquaphor is still on his nightstand from this morning. Thank god. It's the only thing he's found that really works for keeping his nose and upper lip from cracking when things get bad.

By the time he's done with that, Luna has appeared at the door. "C'mere," he murmurs, patting the bed, and she jumps up beside him. Yes, she'll probably make him a little sneezier and stuffier when he's already this sensitive (allergy shots and diligent cleaning and the benefits of long-term exposure only go so far), but at this point, he'll gladly trade that for her comfort and warmth.

He lays down the hand towel on his pillow, and a handkerchief on top of it, and then a second layer of handkerchief for good measure, and finally lets himself sink down into the bed. Luna curls up at his hip, and this time doesn't run when his breath catches and he directs a wet chhhh'shiew! toward the towel-and-handkerchief setup, then sniffles his way into a doubled-up h'TSCH, hehhh…CHUU!

He pulls out three tissues and blows his nose as hard as he can, then tosses the tissues and settles back onto the pillow. His nose is already running again, and he wipes it with the handkerchief that's now anchored under his head, and then he's asleep.

-

He must've half-consciously heard Jupiter's excited noises when Matty came in, because it doesn't come as a complete surprise when the bed sinks and there's a hand at his forehead, followed by a kiss.

"Hey." Matty's voice is quiet, his hand at Nico's back.

Nico tries to say "hey" back, but it just sets him coughing again, which makes an absolute mess of his already-running nose, but he's wrapped the blankets tightly around himself to try to fight off the chill, so—

"You're okay." Matty sweeps his hand under the towel on the pillow so that he can bring it, and the handkerchiefs, up to cover Nico's cough and gently pinch away the mess at his nose. The slight pressure makes his breath hitch again, but he doesn't sneeze like he's expecting, just coughs and coughs. "Okay, let's sit you up—"

The world tilts unpleasantly but a second later he's being held steady against Matty's side, head resting against his shoulder, and it's easier to breathe.

"You're home," Nico says once he's gone through a dozen tissues and the well-used handkerchiefs are in a careful ball on the floor.

"I'm home. Apparently nobody has any writing assignments due tomorrow." He brushes Nico's hair back off his forehead to check his temperature again. "Either that or they're all going to show up right before the writing center closes and Jamie's going to be swamped."

Nico hums— as well as he can through a blocked nose— and then turns his head away, just a little, for a spraying tch'SCHHHew!

"Bless you," Matty murmurs into his hair, and hands him another couple of tissues, and then a third when those aren't enough. "This cold is a fucking miserable one, huh?"

"You're gonna get it if you're not careful," Nico says, but it's muffled against Matty's flannel shirt.

"Think that ship has sailed. I'll be okay." Matty rubs his back some more, until he's caught his breath and he can go a whole thirty seconds without blowing his nose. "You want me to get Luna to come downstairs?" He switches to rubbing at Nico's chest. "Sounds like you're starting to wheeze."

Frustration blooms, again, at the way his body won't just do its fucking job. Or, in the case of his immune response, won't do its job just a normal fucking amount. "Yeah, it's probably time."

Matty kisses his temple and gets up to hand Nico his inhaler and then to coax Luna out of the room while Nico lays out another handkerchief on the hand towel on his pillow. At first, it doesn't seem like she's going to leave— and he appreciates her loyalty, but not her dander— but Matty disappears and then there's the sound of a bag of cat treats being shaken, and she's out of the room in a flash.

Matty comes back upstairs and sits up beside him in bed, talking through his day until the combination of the eased breathing from the inhaler and just having Matty there, knowing he's not alone anymore, pulls him under again.

-

"Nico."

He makes a congested sound of protest at being awake.

"Sorry. You should eat, though. And it's probably time for some more meds, yeah?"

"Too cold," he mutters, burrowing deeper under the covers. "Not hungry."

"Okay, well, there's going to be food, so do you want to eat in bed?"

"No." He sighs dramatically. He knows that part of his current objection to life in general is that he does need food, even if nothing sounds appealing. "Fine. I'll come downstairs."

-

He stays upright long enough to eat the soup Matty had gotten from the deli on his way home. It's spicy and steamy and it makes his nose stream, but in a way that actually seems to clear his sinuses out, at leas for the moment.

Matty brings him the bottle of painkillers, and then opens it for him when Nico tries but his fingers ache too much to wrestle off the cap. "What do you think, are you ready for the decongestants yet?"

He considers it, and settles on, "No, the steam's helping."

"Sounds like a hot shower would be a good next step." Matty takes his hand and rubs his thumb against Nico's. "And then bed."

Nico drops his head onto his own arm. "It's not even 7:30."

"Pretty sure your cold doesn't know how to tell time."

He grumbles at that but lets Matty run his free hand through his hair. "Give me a minute."

"So you can fall asleep on the table?"

He nods. Food helped, but now he's just impossibly tired, and somehow even more aware of his headache than before. "Gotta let the meds kick in."

Matty hums. "Couch, while you wait?" When he gets a nod, he pulls Nico to his feet and walks him to the living room. "I'm going to go clean up, okay?"

Nico bites down on his lips as his eyes fill with tears again.

"Not okay. Got it. Come here." Matty leans back against the arm of the couch and pulls Nico to lie against him, then covers them both with the blanket from the back of the couch. "Better?"

h'tCHMPH! Muffled into the blanket. "Better."

There's a box of tissues on the side table, because anywhere he lives is going to have one in every room. At least. Matty hands him a few and then pulls the box onto the couch with them while Nico's blowing his nose. "Take your time. We've got nowhere to be."

Part 4 to come!

[abundanceofsoph]

SkyFire 3: Chapter 15

The X Factor Auditions: July – August 2018  

Word count: 2.6k

SkyFire 3 MASTERLIST

Do me a favour and pretend that this chapter didn’t take me a year to finish.

The first day of auditions was overwhelming for Aurora. She was anxious and trying hard to come up with well thought out comments for every singer that came on stage. In the week since the judges had been announced, many people had questioned her inclusion in the show. Some were claiming she was only there because of Harry or Louis and others were using her as an example of how the show was on the way out and had clearly run out of “real” celebrities to fill out the judge’s panel. Despite everyone around her encouraging her to ignore it, Rori found herself unable to stop herself from reading the hurtful comments and the attacking articles that seemed to fill the feed of every social media account she had. All those comments echoed in her head once she was finally in front of the cameras in the SSE Arena, and it felt impossible to avoid the need to prove them wrong. It was true that she had benefited from her father’s fame and his name had provided her with her start in the industry, however it was her talent that had kept her there. In the past 6 years since her career had taken off, she had sold hundreds of songs to countless artists and it was not her father’s name or even Harry’s that had sold them; it was her talent and the quality of her work that had kept her where her privilege had helped her reach. That was what she was trying to prove now, despite her anxiety over the size of the audience she knew would watch the show, she was committed to proving to everyone that doubted her, that she knew what she was talking about when it came to the music industry.  

After a few hours of filming, in a short break between auditions, Louis pushed a piece of paper across the desk in front of them to show her. She had watched him taking notes throughout the morning as he sat beside her, just as she had been taking her own. Louis had picked up on her nerves, noticing the tension in her shoulders and he felt the need to lighten the mood and help her relax. She looked down at the paper now in front of her and bit back a laugh at his comment. 

“I’m winning,” he told her as she took in the tally sheet he had apparently been keeping.  Scrawled across the top were both of their names with a series of tally marks under each; 2 under her own and 3 under Louis’. “What do you say whoever has the most writing credits on audition songs at the end of the day buys dinner?”

“You’re on,” she chuckled, finally feeling the tight ball of anxiety lifting off her chest. 

Once they came back from the lunch break, Rori found herself finally feeling a little bit more comfortable sitting behind the judge’s desk and chatting with Robbie. They had spoken briefly the previous day, and a little before filming started that morning, but given Rori’s anxiety up until that point this was their first real conversation beyond exchanging simple pleasantries. 

“What are you thinking so far?” Robbie asked. “This is your first time judging something like this, yeah?”

“It’s wild,” she answered with a smile. “It’s my first time on a tv show and considering I grew up watching this and dreaming of auditioning, it’s mental to be one of the judges now, and the fact that I’m doing it the same year as you is just…” She let out a breath of air in lieu of finishing her sentence, causing Robbie to chuckle in response. 

“Let me guess,” he laughed, “You’re a 90s kid and your mum was my biggest fan?”

“She was never quite able to forgive you for leaving the band, but I only ever knew you as a solo artist.”

“You’re making me feel really old now,” he warned with a grin. 

“Sorry. That might happen a fair bit though.”

“What are you two nattering on about?” Louis asked, leaning close against Aurora’s side so that he could see Robbie on her other side. 

“She’s just making sure to remind me that you two are younger than my entire career,” Robbie explained. 

“At least I was alive before you went solo,” Louis said. 

“Barely!” Rori bit back, laughing hysterically before calming down as the crew signalled that they were ready for the next act.

Moments later 2 young men walked out onto the stage, introducing themselves as Misunderstood and the moment they started performing Rori felt her jaw drop. By the end of the song, she was up on her feet and dancing along and then found herself scrambling to pull together a response while the men on the panel gave their own comments. 

“What’s amazing for me is that I can already see you touring,” Aurora said once it was her turn. “You both have such an incredible stage presence about you, and you know exactly who you are as a group. That was an absolute joy to watch and the fact that you wrote that banger yourselves just makes everything you just did so much more impressive. Well done lads.”

xXx

Unfortunately for Aurora, not every audition was good, and she found herself struggling with having to shatter people’s dreams. It was late in the afternoon of the first day and so far, things had been going well. There had been some unbelievable auditions, some people who just needed a little bit more confidence or a little more training before they were ready for the competition, or the joke auditions who knew they wouldn’t get through to the next round. The first of the ironically terrible auditions came in the form of a young brunette girl who chose to sing Lost Boy by Ruth B, despite the fact that she couldn’t hold a single note. 

Thankfully Simon didn’t allow her to get through much more than the first verse and chorus before putting an end to it. The moment the music cut out abruptly in response to his raised hand, the arena fell quiet, waiting for the judges to comment. Aurora took a deep breath and waited for someone else to speak first. 

Robbie noticed her fidgeting and took the lead, “That was a beautiful song,” he began, “but unfortunately you just didn’t deliver today. I just don’t think you were quite ready, sweetheart.”

“Aurora?” Simon prompted. “What did you think?”

“I’m trying really hard to think of what to say without being harsh,” she began before Simon cut her off. 

“It’s not harsh if you’re telling the truth,” he pointed out. “We’re here to judge them and that means you can’t always have nice things to say.”

“Ok,” she agreed before turning her attention back to the girl in front of her. “Do you know who wrote that song?” she asked, receiving a nervous shake of the head in reply. “It’s one of mine.”

“Is it really?” Robbie asked. “Well, I stand by my previous comment, it’s a beautiful song.”

“Thank you. It is a beautiful song and I’m honestly just confused as to why you picked it. The tone was off, the pitch… I mean I’m sorry to say but not much about that was on. I’m sorry but this just wasn’t it and I wish you all the best in the future.”

“I agree with Rors,” Louis added. “It’s a no from me, love.”

xXx

The last audition of the first day was one to remember for an unexpected reason. Andy’s audition was already well off the rails by the time the intro to Angels started playing and Rori felt a grin stretch across her face as Robbie launched from his seat and headed towards the stage. The whole crowd joined in singing as Lou, Simon and Rori got to their feet. Rori threw her arm around Louis’ shoulders and they swayed together as they sang along, laughing as Robbie joined in and despite Andy’s terrible voice, they all enjoyed the song. Aurora couldn’t help herself but belt out the chorus, completely forgetting the microphone in front of her but simply revelling in the joyful atmosphere of the room. 

xXx

“Where you can go to vocally, for me, is impossible to comprehend,” Louis told a contestant after he received a standing ovation for his audition. “That was quite simply unbelievable.”

“Cezar,” Aurora started as the crowd continued to clap and cheer behind her. “That was remarkable, but I can’t shake the feeling that I know you. You seem very familiar.”

“Have the two of you met?” Simon asked, leaning forward to see her past Louis. 

“I don’t think we have,” Rori replied before turning back to the man on the stage. “Have I seen you perform before?”

“I participated in Eurovision in 2013,” Cezar admitted. “You may have watched that.”

“You were the Romanian entrant,” Rori gasped with recognition. “ It’s My Life !”

“Yes, that was my song. I was very honoured to have the opportunity.”

“You were incredible then, Cezar, and you are incredible now. I don’t even care what the rest of you have to say,” she directed towards her fellow judges, “I’m ready to vote and it’s a massive yes from me.”

Louis broke out laughing at her enthusiasm as Robbie and Simon both agreed with Yes votes of their own. “It’s of course a Yes from me too,” he added. 

xXx

After the first three days of auditions, they reached their first day off and Aurora spent the day with Harry before catching up with Ella for dinner after she finished work. 

“It’s only been three days and it’s already so painfully obvious why Lou wanted me to do this with him,” Rori explained once their meals were delivered at their local Indian restaurant down the road from Ella’s flat. “Simon is clearly still trying to bank on the narrative of him being a father figure to the 1D boys. He doesn’t want the world to forget that without him, the band never would have existed. Honestly it’s taking every ounce of self-restraint not to roll my eyes when he says shit about being Louis’ mentor in the industry.”

“Ewww,” Ella responded as she passed half of her naan across the table. “Does he think the fandom is just going to forget how traumatized they all were from their time in the band? It’s not like it’s a secret how much they all struggled because of him.”

“I know, right?” Rori sighed. “I’ve been telling Lou for ages that he needs new management because he deserves a team that cares more about him than they do about themselves. Simon has only ever cared about his own image. Just glad I can help keep Louis from blowing up and saying something he’ll regret.” 

“He’s definitely lucky to have you next to him,” Ella agreed. “But at least it’s not all bad. I mean, you get to hang out with Robbie fucking Williams every day.”

“And isn’t that just the most batshit mental thing you’ve ever heard?”

“I’m genuinely so excited to watch,” Ella said. “My students were talking about it the other day and how excited they were for the new season since you and Louis are gonna be judges. Told them I’m friends with you and they called me a liar.”

“They didn’t,” Aurora laughed. “That’s hysterical. Maybe I’ll have to come have lunch with you so we can mess with them.”

“Oh, you absolutely should. Might earn me a bit of street cred.”

“If you want the teenagers to think you’re cool, probably don’t use the term street cred.”

“Get fucked.”

xXx

Over the following week, Aurora found herself exhausted by the audition process. The arena was blisteringly hot and stuffy in the summer weather and the vast majority of the people auditioning lacked talent, which left her feeling horrible as she was forced to crush their dreams. Not every audition was terrible though, and one in particular stood out above the rest. 

J-Sol had barely made it through the first few lines of his audition song when Aurora felt her eyes welling up. She found herself thinking of her own mother and how proud she would be to see her on the X Factor. She reached out to Louis, gripping his hand tightly, and she knew from the way he squeezed back, he was also feeling the emotions of the moment. Aurora had never been sure if she believed in an afterlife but in that moment, she hoped that Jay and Louise were looking down on them with proud smiles. 

“Can somebody help me?” J-Sol sang, “cause i’m not doing well.”

Rori felt the tears well over and a few slipped down her face. She let them fall, unable and unwilling to pull her hand from Louis' grip to brush them aside. She took a shaky breath in as the song continued. She felt Louis shift in his seat beside her, lifting his other hand to brush away his own tears and the moment the song ended all four judges stood to aplaude. She glanced at Louis and he was looking back at her, both of them taking in each other's tear filled eyes. Louis hugged her briefly before heading up onto the stage to hug J-Sol as well. 

“J-Sol,” Robbie began, “Your voice. Your soul. Your passion. Incredible. I feel you so much.”

“Thank you,” J-Sol replied softly. 

“J-Sol, I lost my mum when I was 15, and losing her was one of the most devastating things I think a person can go through.” Louis reached out to comfort her as her voice broke, laying a hand on her shoulder as she spoke. “So I just want to thank you for sharing such a beautiful and powerful song with us all. Just like you, my mum wanted me to come on this show and that’s why I know that your mum would be so proud of you.”

While Louis and Simon gave their own feedback on the audition, Aurora bowed her head, trying to pull herself back together before she and the other three men on the panel all voted yes. 

As soon as she could, Aurora was out of her seat and headed towards the backstage area where she was finally able to break down in tears. Louis and Robbie were only a few steps behind her and the moment they caught up to her, Louis pulled her into his arms and held her tightly while they both cried. They pulled themselves together after a few minutes and the makeup teams were quickly swarming around them to get them ready to continue filming. 

xXx

By early August the auditions were completed and after deliberating on the successful contestants, they spent a few days filming the 6 chairs episodes where the teams were decided. After 6 chairs, both the judges and contestants were given two weeks off before each team would fly out to film the judges’ houses. Louis and the Boys would fly to Ibiza, while Robbie and his Groups, as well as Simon and the Overs would fly to LA. Aurora had decided to take her Girls to New York where Steve and Tony were happy to let her use the penthouse of the tower for filming.  During the fortnight off from filming, Aurora had multiple promotional obligations given that the show would start airing at the start of September. 

Her favourite, without a doubt, was when she and Louis filmed the Glamour Friendship Test. 

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𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐓𝐇𝐘 𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐎𝐗𝐈𝐂¿

paring: Mikaela Hyakuya x fem!Reader

(they’re 18+!!!)

word count: 4k

warning: this story contains sexual content

gerne: smut

summary: there are days when they get along well but there were also days when they hated each other like the plague and even though they love each other?

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The weather is neutral, but I wish it got better.

The sun is obscured by the gray clouds, but it's not windy or anything.

You could even go out with a top.

However, y / n decided to take a seat in the four walls with a number of different books and a tall pile of books right next to them.

As she gently leafed through the pages of the somewhat older book, she felt a stab.

Of course it didn't hurt since no one was attacking her, but it felt like someone was watching her.

Without presenting her feelings, she took some books and put the rest where she got them.

Immediately after leaving the library, she stopped in the middle of the path and said with an annoyed sigh, "Bathory, I know you're here."

He stands grinning in front of y / n, but could hardly show a disappointed face.

With his head tilted to one side, he looked at his prey and smiled at her immediately. "I prefer you to call me by my first name, dear."

“I do what I want and not what you want, Bathory. Besides, I have better things to do than waste my precious time being influenced by you. "

When they told the vampire, she continued on her way, or at least intended to.

As quickly as he came, he grabbed her arm just as quickly. "But y / n, why is it in such a hurry?" asked the vampire, amused, pressing more and more on hers with every second, so slowly you could hear her bones. Y / n had to react immediately!

Without thinking for a second, she dropped all of the books on the white floor and immediately grabbed her gun. "You should let go of me!" y / n's voice rang out down the hall and immediately shot the vampire in the arm.

His blood spurted around her.

Y / n got his blood on her face as well as on her clothes - it was the same with Bathory, also the wall and especially the floor got his blood.

"Disgusting." mumbled y / n and wiped the blood on her face, although she knew herself that it would be of no use.

"What's going on here?" Everyone but not him.

"Hello Mika!" said Ferid with delight and turned to get a better look at him.

"Have you lost your nerve again?" he asked me annoyed, but he only looked at me for a few seconds and immediately saw Ferid's blood spatter.

"What do you mean 'again'?"

Even if we've known each other for a long time, we both have to admit that one and the other have diverged. Sometimes it was his fault, sometimes it was me. There were of course moments when we got along really well, but in the end they weren't enough in my opinion.

"Since you've lived with us, at least one vampire must have got something from your weapon."

Said the blond-haired vampire while his eyes stared at me.

I'm not understating when I say that his eyes alone make me feel naked.

Mika only manages to control me through his eyes, even though I should be the one who should control every vampire or the various books I spend most of my time on just one more bad joke.

It was enough for vampires to exist and more than hundreds of people took their own lives just to be able to enjoy themselves. To this day I cannot forgive any of the vampires for what they did to me or those around me. I know myself that there are bad ones, but what is their goal?

Or do you have a goal?

"Y / n." I heard his voice.

Awakened from my trance, I see his eyes again. However, they do not have this previous aura, no, they are a little stricter this time. When I gave him a sign of his attention, the lecture immediately came, "You are old enough to know how to behave and with whom to behave. If you show this behavior to someone else, I'll let that person do it . " and do what they want, because I haven't had the nerve for someone like you for a long time. So finally know your limits before I use my weapon against you! "

Impressive. From sentence to sentence his voice grew louder and louder. Seriously, I never expected or even had the idea of ​​this side of Mika in my life, but here it is. Wonderful y / n, now you have managed to sink deeply with Mika, which is actually the very last thing I ever wanted to achieve in my life, but life has never been a paradise.

With a chuckle, Bathory put his arm and my shoulders and spoke to Mika.

"But, but Mika shouldn't be so strict with her. She's just a little girl again, not even now, is she?" "If I were that little girl, you would surely have two arms instead of one." After saying my sentence, I picked up the books that were still on the floor and didn't say goodbye to anyone, why should I?

Bathory is nothing more than an idiot who uses his satisfaction to see others suffer rather than provoke them too.

While Mika nudges both children like a father, although the other is to blame for everything.

When I got to my room, I put the books on my table and sat on my bed, thinking about the old days. However, I don't think of the days with loved ones that I lost, but of those that I spent with Mika before he gave me a “better life”.

I could leave it all behind at any time and either not start an old or a new life, but I love to have him in my heart for it.

Sighing at my thoughts, I give up and stood in front of my closet for the next minute.

While the lukewarm water felt the white bathtub, my clothes landed on the floor.

This life is more of a calling expected of others than a life of its own. A break does no harm to anyone.

I said to myself and after a few seconds I closed my eyes.

After my bath or a break from the real world, I'm just choosing which book to read.

As I was about to start the new book, someone knocked on my door.

Hesitantly, I said the door was open and waited for the person behind it to appear. Please leave it all but Bathory.

Sighing, I immediately put my hand on my left breast and saw him, Mika.

To be honest, I'm happy to see him, but I'm not, but I don't need an explanation. "Good evening." he said in his usual tone. Without making a big head out of it, I repeated it myself, but added if he needed anything from me.

Shivering, I answered my question in the negative and came up to me with slow steps.

The only thing I could do was do nothing. I stopped. When our faces are a few centimeters away, his arm came slowly towards my body, until he reached for something, when he had this in his hand, he came back with a few steps and immediately held a book in my face.

"I really recommend it, I have to say, you have pretty good taste when it comes to books. I've read it several times because these stories, the writing style, the plot and most of all the characters are up to me." uniquely well written down to the smallest detail. "

I looked at the vampire in amazement. "You read that too?" "Y / n, if I hadn't read it, I wouldn't have a clue either."

A little ashamed of my oh-so-intelligent question, I also looked at the floor.

The whole time there was nothing to be heard, neither a little intoxication, nor even breathing. But after a few seconds, Mika also broke the embarrassing silence by taking a few steps and holding out his arm to me. I don't understand it about myself. When Mika is around, I either act annoyed or neutral. However, countless butterflies gather in my stomach when I think of him alone!

"Y / n ... y / n?!" Mika looked up, gave me a neutral look and at the same time held a few strands of my hair and asked me if he should tie my hair up with a towel. I gently took the wet strands of hair from his hand and began to giggle at my discomfort and nervousness. The thought of me being weird was always out of the question.

"I think I'll blow dry my hair. I'll see you at dinner or tomorrow."

"I'll see you at dinner or tomorrow." repeated Mika before she disappeared from my room.

Locked in the room and caught in his deepest thoughts, he stared over the ceiling.

The reviews of that day haunted him to this day when he also dreamed them.

Sleeping now wouldn't be for him, even though it is shortly before 2 o'clock.

But what can you do about it?

The vampire rose from the bed, stretched out, and decided to go for a walk immediately.

As he walked through the empty corridors, he always hoped not to meet anyone.

Whatever stays that way.

Bored and hands in his pockets, the floor caught his attention. It didn't take long, however, because he was amazed to get up when he saw the light coming from someone's room.

He was more than sure whose room, or rather chamber, it was.

It was Y / n's.

He stopped in front of it, thinking, held out his hand and wanted to knock on the door. At the same time he quickly put his hand in his pocket. This scenario takes about 3 minutes. But it wasn't the vampire's nervousness that was unusual, no, why should he be at y / n's door? This is funny.

Doesn't he often seem annoyed or stern in your presence?

Well, he doesn't even know what's going on in his head.

After an eternity, the vampire finally knocked on the human's door and immediately heard "Come in" from the other side.

Without telling himself twice, he opened the door and saw her. He saw her spread out on the large bed with several notes and books.

Stressed out. You can't see it from the outside, but even Mika can confess that he thinks it is strange to see y / n at this time.

"Do you need something?" she asked him and fixed him with her gaze.

"Shouldn't you be sleeping long ago?" he asked and at the same time crossed his arms over his chest.

"Mika, I could ask you that too, don't you think?" sigh y / n and slowly start piling up her notes and books together.

When Mika offered her help, she politely declined and slowly and carefully put the things on her desk.

"If you have nothing special to do, you can always keep me company, you know?"

Yes, even if there is an argument between the two, they still get along well. However, they don't seem to be as close as they used to be. Without saying anything, Mika accepted the offer and sat next to y / n.

Was that really wise?

The smell of y / n gets over his head, but he's not as easy to lose control as other vampires.

Breathing hard, Mika rubbed her eyes and hoped that this unbearable smell would go away any moment.

Easier said than done.

If only I had drunk blood in the last few days. The vampire cursed.

Y / n noticed his unusual behavior and tried to communicate with him, but to no avail. She called his name several times, tapped him on the shoulder, and shook him a little. He seems trapped in his own world. For the first time she seemed to see someone so trapped in his own world. When will he regain his senses?

Annoyed, she hit his skull with her fist, which led to a groan of pain from Mika's mouth. "What does this mean?!"

“If you are tired, please go to your room and sleep there.

Both rolled their eyes in annoyance.

"You have nothing to say to me, human."

"Oh really? What are you going to do about it, vampire?" It wasn't a mistake by y / n, but rather Mika's mistake. If he hadn't called her a human, she wouldn't have called him a vampire. Nobody except Mika knows right now how much he hates vampires and yet he is one himself, but you have to remember that he never wanted to be one. Not everyone is lucky in life.

As I said, even if it was his own fault that she reminded him, he completely lost his nerve. Slowly she approached y / n, she already felt the dark aura coming towards her. However, y / n did not want to show the fear that is in her and slowly rising above her head. She will regret it. "Repeat when you have the pity." "What is the problem? You called me human and I called you a vampire, but you know what makes me be silly, get out of here, vampire. ”Without further ulterior motives, Mika grabbed her wrist and squeezed the bones with her hand listened from print to print. When she wanted to reach for her gun, which is under her top, Mika was a second faster and threw it directly to the end of the room. When Mika immediately released his hand from Y / n's wrist, she saw an emotion in his eyes, sadness.

He was hurt, but shouldn't he care? What should a little person who plays with little guns do against a vampire, ask him about a game? However, he saw her more as a person, he saw her as someone he can love, with whom he can laugh, of course he had had these people before in his life, but they have long since disappeared. Oh how much he loves her.

If only she knew how many letters he wrote her, but never gave them to her, but hid them in his room.

"I'm really stupid." Mika muttered trembling to herself. Y / n heard it and slowly walked up to him "Mika, that was very childish of me and, to be honest, I'm sorry." When she tried to touch his shoulder, he knocked her away and looked into her eyes, it was their fault.

“I don't want your decisions! I never wanted to be a vampire! If you don't know anything about me, please be quiet and think twice before you open your door! ”The whole room went quiet, pretty quiet. It was rather uncomfortably quiet for y / n, but she preferred to keep her mouth shut because it looked like Mika was looking for the right words. "Why do I love you? Tell me Y / N, how can I love you when you hate me so much?" His voice was fragile and it was tormented to hear it that way. "Mika, I had never hated you before." Exhausted, Mika sat down on the floor and looked at the gun at the other end of the room. "Every time I see a gun like that, I hate myself even more." “Even if it sounds a bit clichéd, for example because of the current situation, I have to and want to admit that I love you Mika. You are in such pain and apparently you have torn old wounds. You didn't deserve that, nobody deserved that. ”Y / n sat like Mika on the floor and hugged him. Her warm body against his cold one. As if in slow motion, their faces stood a few inches apart until their lips met.

𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐏

With my hands on the back of his neck and my tongue seeking his, his fingertips dance from my thigh under my top.

Only he managed to make me shiver everywhere in a few seconds with the help of his touch. Not through his ice-cold skin, no, only through him. In keeping with the mood, the cold raindrops hit my window pane. "Waiting." he whispered to me.

Not a second later it was pitch black in my room. The butterflies in my stomach just like Mika don't know when to stop, but I love it, never let it stop! His lips kissed every inch of my skin and whispered to me how divine my body was. His hands slide up my top until it finally brushes over my head. The first item of clothing is already on the floor. My legs were around his waist so he could pick me up and lay me on my bed. When he did that, his lips were still on my skin.

As I lay down comfortably, I watched his clothes land piece by piece on the floor. His belly is built like that of a Greek god and although it is dark the moon shines on him. One could have immediately thought it was a godsend. The boxer shorts were the only items of clothing that remained. While I was about to take off my pants, Mika took my hands and indicated that he could do it himself. When my pants peeled off my skin, he looked at my legs in admiration and immediately threw my pants on the floor. Now stand half-naked in front of my bed. The red cheeks on his cheeks were clearly visible. "Are we really supposed to pull this off?" I asked Mika and looked him in the eye. His lips approached my ear and he breathed softly, "Y / n, the question is not, we should, but we can. A human and a vampire, is that a good chemistry?"

"Why don't we want to find out?" I whispered and kissed his shoulder in time. Now he looked at me again, but with clearly red cheeks you could have thought he had a fever, but I can't blame him, because even when his ice-cold body is on top of mine, my body manages to have a hot temperature.

As our tongues played with each other again, our hands explored each other's bodies. While one hand pinches my buttocks, the other is right on my bra clasp.

Moaning slightly, I also pinched his buttocks and felt my muscles tense. A low gasp left his delicate lips, which made me even weaker. My temperature rises more and more with each of his touches.

I can not stand it anymore!

He knows very well that he has the upper hand!

When my bra, like the rest of the clothes, landed on the floor, his ice-cold hands brushed my arms up to my hips and brushed the last piece of clothing across the floor.

I was breathing hard down in my zone.

His hands were on each thigh so I couldn't pinch my legs together. Apart from the horniness, I could hardly move my legs because of his strength, you can not say that he is so strong. The horniness in me is going like crazy! With every breath Mika takes against my area, the butterflies in my stomach fly crazier.

When his tongue brushed my cervix for less than a second, I let out a gasp. Immediately afterwards he pressed his tongue against it and danced with it at the same time. That I'm getting wetter is not only clear to me, but also to Mika, when he was his tongue in my entrance, she explored every single inch inside.

Overwhelmed by shame and lust, I pressed one hand against my mouth so as not to make a noise from you, and the other on his white-blonde hair.

Every time his tongue penetrated deeper and he spread my thighs wider and wider, it honestly hurt, but I don't care about that at the moment because as good as he makes me feel no one is going to do it and I want it too nobody does it because I just want them. Because I just want Mika.

When I thought it couldn't get better, I was wrong. When he started sucking, I was done. My lustful moans got louder every time I sucked, but I do my best that nobody but Mika can hear it. When he freed his tongue from the entrance again, he stuck his middle and ring finger in the next second and didn't give me a second to get used to it. The speed of his fingers is unique!

No matter how much I press my hand against my mouth, my moans stay louder.

Several times his name groaned, which only drove him to increase the speed. My orgasm is nourishing. When I groaned and said I was about to be there, he didn't stop but continued. His tongue dances on my cervix and his fingers successfully hit the G-spot every time, it's just breathtaking!

When my orgasm came, I screamed his name with relish and breathed heavily as I stared at the ceiling.

His beautiful face approached mine, but he devoted his lips to my ears and whispered, "A second round won't hurt you." Aren't my trembling legs enough for him? In the middle of the kiss, I slowly felt his member inside me, but my nails clawed behind his back in pain, we continued the kiss. Now it was Mika who groaned in the middle of the kiss. He closed his eyes and kissed my chest as his hips began to dance. Is it still normal for him to make me feel this way? Because on the one hand I can no longer, on the other hand I want more! Mika's one hand is on my thigh while the other is on my chest. The way he plays sensitive nipples is superb.

I don't know how he makes me feel so good, but I want him to never stop. "Mika, don't stop." I moaned in his ear and wrapped my legs around his waist. When he saw me, I didn't know how to feel. Because his eyes are blood red! He slowly approached my neck. That cold breath worried me even more. He didn't bite me, however, but instead scratched his designated spot with his fangs as the blood flowed from the wound, so it propelled him and made him much faster than before. The clap of our skin was just as loud as the satisfying moans from our mouths. "Y / n." he groaned my name and immediately turned me around. Now my back was visible to him. With both hands on our hips, our bodies clapped together. When I moaned his name one last time, the orgasm came, Mika pulled his member out of me and rubbed it with his hand until finally the white sperm speared out of his body.

𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐏

After Mika helped me cleanse my body, we are back in bed naked. "Do you think we can do it?" Mika asked out of nowhere. “I don't think so, I know, Mika. And I think you should too. "The vampire looked at me lovingly and finally kissed me on the lips and immediately afterwards whispered" Good night, y / n. " "Good night, Mika."

[vikinglanguage]

What it's like to live and work with 6 people of 5 different nationalities and none of you is a native English speaker

- desperately trying to explain to another coworker that your Bangladeshi flatmate is saying "pea shells" and not "bee shells" ("pea pods, du ved, ærte... skræller..? Ærtebælge!“)

- Tunisian guy says a French word. Everyone understands. French guy says "it's the same in English"

- you forget the English word for strainer. You know it in German. Only your Austrian flatmate understands what you're talking about.

- "according to my high school diploma I speak B1 French"

- Austrian forgets the English word for fork, but remembers it in Danish.

- "I don't have the name in English" *tells us what an animal is called in Latin*

- 0 out of 6 people can remember what broom is called in English

- "fucking... she's trying to kill me" – our Frenchman after tripping over the dishwasher

- *accidentally speaks Danish to non-Danish flatmate* *starts to say something in English to my family* *is spoken to in English by Danish flatmate*

- I tell the Frenchman to write leverpostej om the shopping list. He looks at me like he's dead inside and writes pâté

- no one knows how to spell

- "what gender is apple in German?" "is book neuter or common gender in Danish?" *calls an inanimate object he or she* "what's the plural of hus? Huser?"

- What are gendered genitive pronouns? I mean, who really knows? Not the French speakers, that's for sure!

- everyone speaks 2 languages, most at least kind of speak 3.

- my English gets worse for every day that passes

-translating jokes from your native language to English makes for the best anti jokes. "A dwarf walks into a bar and the bartender asks him 'Do you play cards?' 'No, I was born this way,' the dwarf answers"

- Austrian: "ti, tyve..... uhhhh..... fyrre, halvtreds, tres, halvfjerds.... fjers?? ..... ...?????? hundred."

- "can you hand me the... Uhh... You know the, the thingy!" "The what?" "THE BOWL!"

- "You can't name your child Valdemar, that's the guy from Harry Potter!"

- I try to speak German and my Austrian roommate tells me that my accent is cute because I speak the hard German sounds so softly

- Frenchman imitates really bad French accent and it's hilarious

- someone thought the Austrian was Scottish because she rolls her r's

- "Share a coke with... Vendire... Veninerere..." "Veninderne" "Please tell me that's not a name" "It's means female friends"

- Høkeren -> hookeren

- *French speakers forget to pronounce an h*

- there's a heated discussion about whether or not some penguins can fly. The argument immediately dissolves as it is revealed that in French auks are called penguins.

- you learn to never correct people unless they ask you to or you literally do not understand what they're saying

- you translate an idiom from your own language into English. It's the same in one of the other languages, but not in English. No one questions it.

- you borrow a flatmate's Netflix. All the titles are in a language you don't speak. FRIENDS is dubbed in German, so you turn on sous-titres. They're in Bangla.

- "Santa Claus surprise", the Frenchman cheerfully says about secret santa

- you try to talk about knitting with your roommates but you don't know any of the proper terms in English. They try to talk about crotcheing in turn, but they don't even know what that's called.

- you have to disassemble the couch, so you send your roommate to get the tools for doing that. You never talk about the tools of which you don't know the names, but she brings the right ones regardless.

- you say a sentence and someone repeats it back to you, mispronouncing one of the words because they're certain you mispronounced it

- you somehow manage to hold a conversation in two languages at once

[buckystevelove]

My Brightest Star

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word count: 2708

Warning: ANGST and fluff

A/N: This is my longest work. Please leave comments. Ask, submissions and requests are open.

A week, that’s how long has passed since Bucky’s world felt apart. He should have known, his whole life has been full of tragedy, one after the other. He had 7 years of happiness and peace, he will have to come to terms with the fact that maybe those years would be the only ones in his long and sad life that he would known what real and complete happiness really is.

He met you 7 years ago in a coffee shop, you accidentally tripped and spilled all your coffee in him. You apologized over and over again, Bucky couldn’t care less about the hot drink splatted all over his body, he was so enthralled over the beautiful woman standing in front of him, for years he thought that he would never get love, but you managed to prove him wrong. He claims that it was love at first sight, he simply knew that you were his soul mate.  

After the incident, you bought his coffee as a symbol of forgiveness, though he really didn’t care. You exchanged names and phone numbers. Just a few hours later you received a massage from Bucky, inviting you to go for dinner the next day. Soon, one date turn to seeing each other every time you could. You felt for him, and hard. Eventually you met all of his friends, you became a great friend with Wanda and Nat. They would invite you to all the girl nights they had. You got along with Sam, always joking around and making pranks, same with Tony. You also became best friend with Steve, you had a strong relationship with him besides yours with Bucky. You too were like siblings, he always claimed that you were his little sister, and warned Bucky never harm you, or he would have to face the consequences.

Nobody was surprise nor bother when you moved to the compound with Bucky. Everyone was super exited to have you closer, that made Bucky a bit jealous.

You and Bucky were attached to the hip. One year into your relationship, he knew that he was going to marry you, you were going to be the mother of his children. He wanted to spend the rest of his life with you. You were the one, so he asked you to marry him.

It was so beautiful, he took you on a trip to the museum, your favorite place to spend the time. When you were in the sculptures room the kneeled and said; “YN, since the moment I saw you I knew that you were the one, I knew that I was going to marry you, and all you have done is prove me right. You are the love of my life, my partner, my best friend I can no longer imagine a future in which you are not in it, because YOU are my FUTURE. You have been the light at the end of the tunnel, you have brought me happiness, love I thought I no longer deserved after all the awful things I had done, you helped name realized who the real James Buchanan Barnes is, and who I want him to be. I want to be your husband because I love you so much. You are my entire world YN. So, would you marry me?”

At the end of his speech both of you had tears in your checks, you throw yourself over him and said yes over and over again, you were beaming.

6 months after that, many hours of planning and cake tasting, you and Bucky had the most beautiful fall wedding. It was perfect. Your family and the team was there, everyone was so happy for the two of you.

When the time to say the vowels came you couldn’t be more thrilled, you have been writing them for so long.

“James Buchanan Barnes, you are the love of my life. You have been the one who has taught me what love really is, what it is like to love someone with every single atom in my body. You have taught me what is like to be completely and uoughterly happy, that is how I feel when ever I am with you. James, when we met you told me that you only saw yourself as a monster, as the vilan of many people’s lives, but baby, you are my knight in shining armor, you are absolutely everything to me. You are the brightest star in my universe, the one and only. I want to spend the rest of my life with you, I want to tell you and show you how much I love you every day, I want you to feel how much I love you even after we are death. I want to keep loving you and choosing you a hundred of lives after this. Because Bucky, MY LOVE FOR YOU WILL NEVER END.”

At the end both of you were crying, among many other of your guests.

Your honeymoon was perfect. Tony paid the two of you a 3 weeks trip around Europe. Nine months later, you had your gorgeous daughter, Rebecca. She looked exactly like you, but her eyes, she had the most beautiful blue eyes just like her father. The three of you were the definition of a perfect family, you and Bucky did ocationaly fight like all healthy couples do, but your life was great. Your house was so full of love and happiness.

Bucky was so thankful to you, you had given him all he could ever dreamed for in life and more.

The three of you spent all the time you could together, you went to the park and had movie nights, went of family trips and spent lazy Sunday mornings in bed together. You wanted Becca to feel and understand what a loving home was, since you didn’t had one. You wanted her to feel the love you and Bucky had for her.

“Becca, Bucky, you two know you are the most important people in my life right. I love the two of you so so much. You are the ones that make me happy. You are my greatest treasures.” You said to your husband and 5 year old daughter one afternoon, while cuddling in the couch together.

“I love you too mommy, you too daddy. You are the best parents in the world, thank you.” She said kissing yours and Bucky’s face, making you giggle.

“You dolls are my everything. I love you.” He said before attacking the two of you with tickles, and whispering to your ear. “Thanks doll, for all this.”

The day had started like any other Tuesday would, you woke up after your alarm. Waking up Bucky with kisses and loving touches, after he woke up he heads to shower while you got Becca ready. Once the two of them were dressed, Bucky went to the kitchen to make breakfast wihle you got ready. The three of you ate together, you heard how Becca´s best friend was going to have a party next Saturday and you needed to buy her a present. You decided to go to the mall with her after classes and maybe have a girl’s day and do you nails. That made her smile so bright, which was what you loved the most about your life, that it was full of happiness.

After eating, you said goodbye to Bucky and Rebecca, he was going to take her to school and then go to the Avengers compound to train some new recruits, while you went to your office.

Bucky’s day went normal, as any other day would go, he did some training and hanged out with Sam and Steve. When 4pm came around the received a call from Becca´s school, her teacher told him that she was still there. You never came pick her up, he didn´t know why you were late. You always told him if your meeting was going to be longer so someone would pick your daughter from school.

“Sorry man.” He told Steve at the middle of the meeting. “Apparently YN never went to pick Rebecca from school she is there by herself, I really need to go. I also need to see what happened to YN. She is not picking up her phone.” Bucky said standing up from his chair.

“Sure pal, everything good with her?” Steve said a bit worry, he didn´t want his best friend to be in panic.

“I hope so.” He said walking to the door, but before he could reach it his phone rang again.

Steve just stood there, and watched how the color of his best friends face went completely white, then Bucky’s knees failed and he felt to the floor. Tears running down his cheeks, his face was shaking. He was wordless. Sentences couldn´t form in his mouth. Steve was next to him in second, he took the phone from his hand.

That when he heard him scream, he screamed as if he was dying, painful and horrible screams.

“Excuse me.” Steve said through the phone. “This is Steve Rogers. What happened?” He asked, though he already had an idea of what had happened.

“I am so sorry Sir, but I regret to inform you that Mrs. Barnes had a car accident today. She arrived to the New York Presbyterian Hospital at 2:36pm, she immediately went to surgery. She didn´t make it, she was called at 3:49pm. I am so sorry, but we need her husband to come.”

Steve hanged up the phone, he had tears in his eyes, he was about to cry. He had lost his best friend, but he needed to be strong for the man that was like a brother to him, to his nice.

Bucky was in the floor, sobbing and screaming. He went and called for Nat. She enter and saw the state in which Bucky was, then she saw the tears in Steve´s eyes.

“What happened?” She asked in panic.

“I… he…N-Nat” he mumbled between sobs. “Can you please look for Rebecca at school? Please.”

Nat realized, she immediately shook her head in disbelieve, “no, no, no,”

“Nat, please. Someone needs to be with her.” Steve managed to say. She wiped her tears and left the room.

Steve was in the floor hugging his best friend while he cried his eyes out, he was no longer screaming.

“I am sorry buddy, I am so sorry.” He said to his friend. “I know how you feel, just let it all out. But later you need to be strong for your daughter. She just lost her mother, she will need her dad. She needs you to be there for her, but now. I am here for you.”

“Not her, please not her. She is perfect Steve, I can’t, I love her, we can’t lose her.” He sobbed and screamed. “We were supposed to spend the rest of our lives together, the two of us.”

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When he calmed down, they went to the hospital. A drunk driver had crashed against your car in a traffic light. He died immediately.

Becca slept in Nat´s room. Bucky slept in his old room in the compound, he couldn’t go to your home. Too many memories. He couldn’t face his daughter, he would broke in front of her, he needed to be strong. He cried himself to sleep that day.

He next day was awful, he needed to explain to her 5 year old baby, that her mother would never hug her again. He couldn’t even began to comprehend that.

“Becca, baby. I need to talk to you.” He said the next morning the compounds living room, all  the other Avengers were in the hospital helping Bucky prepare every detail for the funeral, Steve was the only one there, next to Bucky and Becca. In case either of them needed him.

“Daddy, why did we slept here?” She asked frowning her eyebrows, just like her dad. “Where is mommy? We were supposed to have a girl´s day yesterday.”

That made Bucky tear a few tears which he rapidly cleaned.

“Babydoll, its because…” Bucky mad a pause and looked through the windows. “Mommy had an accident, and she will never come again.”

Becca made a confused face.

“Why? Can´t you just put her a bad-aid like you do to me when I have accident?” She asked in all her innocence, which made Bucky’s strength fall. He quickly enveloped her in his arms.

“That is the thing baby, she had a big accident, she is gone.” He started to sob again, so did Steve.

Becca began to stroke her father’s hair. “We will see her daddy, someday, but I am really going to miss her.” She started to cry and hug her dad.

“I want my mommy, dad.”

“So do I honey.”

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The funeral was beautiful, full with YN´s family and friends. They all told beautiful stories and tried to remember the amazing person YN was. Bucky couldn’t talk, he had so many things to say, none of them were for this people to hear, they were for his love.

A week had passed since you awful dead, Bucky stayed at the compound, he couldn’t go home, he also needed help with Becca. He could barely managed to take care of himself.

He was in his bed, looking at the celling, numb. He know the needed to stand up and shower, he needed to get up and care of his baby, but she was the carbon copy of you. It was like looking at you, it hurt, it really hurt. Lying there he heard some knocking at his door. Then Steve came..

“Hey pal, the lawyer came today, he left the will and this letter. She wrote it you when you guys had Rebecca.”

“Thanks, just leave it there.” He said gesturing to his night stand.

When Steve left he got up and grabbed the letter, it had his name in your beautiful calligraphy.

Bucky,

My love, I hope that you never have to open this letter, but if you do, I want you to know that you made me the happiest woman alive. In all the galaxies we know that exist, in all the universe that may. I was the happiest, all thanks to you. You teached me what the meaning for being alive really meant, you showed me so many incredible and beautiful things, and you gave me our most amazing gift, our daughter Rebecca, she is the tangible evidence of our love.

If the time in which you have to open this letter comes, know that you did everything you could. Under any circumstances think that this was your fault, it wasn´t.

I love you so much Bucky, you have really no idea, and I know you loved me just as much, that is why I am asking you one last favor.

Please don´t close yourself, don´t let yourself return to the man you were before be met, not that he was any less amazing, but he was lonely. I want you to continue living your life to the fullest. I know I can´t ask you to not miss me or forget me, I don’t want that. I want you to remember my memory and cherish it. I want you to show all then wonders of the world to sweet Becca. Please never let her forget that she was the most important person in my life besides you.

I want the two of you to continue to love, and let yourselves be love. I love you with all my heart, and every single atom in my body.

          Don’t forget me my brightest star, YN.

After reading that Bucky cleaned his cheeks.

“I will always love you.” He kissed the letter and placed it in his nightstand. He got up and went to find his daughter.

“I love you baby, and so did you mother. You are our greatest creations.” He no longer had you here, so he was going to spend all his breathing moments showing her how much he loved her, he was the only part left in this world of YN, and she was that greatest gift she could have left him.

He would continue to love you long after you are gone. For ever, til the end of times.

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A/N: I cried so hard writing this. I am so sorry, but I hope you like it. I really appreciate feedback.

[latedawnwriting]

Hiii love! i saw u are taking requests so i was wondering if u can write a fluffy Josh imagine? something just really cute (like Josh wanting to say 'I love you' for the first time but being nervous) or something along those lines! It doesn't have to be anything specific <3

Thank you so much for the request sunshine <3. After reading your request I immediately got an idea, tried to write it really cute and fluffy. Hope you're having a wonderful day. Lots of love <3

~ Jules

"Happiness of the early morning sun"

Pairing: Josh Kiszka x Reader

Rating: Teen and up

Word count: 1080

Editing: by the wonderful @dannythedog (she's an amazing writer too!)

Warnings: lots of fluff <3

Rays of sunlight streamed in through the partially covered window. Flakes of glistening white fluff were flying from the sky. I couldn't take my eyes off the scenery, this was the first snow this year. “Josh...Josh...It’s snowing outside!” I tried to wake him up with a visible excitement. A few brown curls fell in front of his face. His mouth was slightly opened and only soft snoring could be heard in the room. The gentle rays of light made his complexion almost god-like. My heart felt so happy in that moment, everything seemed to be just perfect.

“Sweetheart, please, you need to see this,” I said softly, trying to wake him up again. His eyes started to open slowly, showing the golden brown irises that I loved so dearly. “What’s going on, mama?” he asked with a quiet, raspy morning voice. He then started to sit up, leaning his back against the headboard. “It’s snowing outside,” I said with a silly little smile.

“Did you really wake me up this early because you were excited at the sight of the snow? We’ve seen it hundreds of times,” the bedroom was graced with his laugh. “Yes! Look at the beauty of nature, it amazes me everytime.” I was met with an expression that I couldn’t quite recognize. I then got up from the comfy, warm bed and put his favorite hoodie on my pyjama's shirt.

The door leading out onto the terrace always creaked, it wasn't the weather's fault. A thin layer of snow was laying on the terrace. I smiled seeing how gloriously it reflected the rays of the sun. The morning air was very chilly, and easily pierced the two layers of clothing I was wearing. I ignored the shiver that was passing through my body, wanting at least for a moment to admire the majestic appearance of nature. Soon enough, my hands and face started turning red and I heard a loud voice in the distance. “Oh my god, Y/N, it's too cold! Come back!” I looked at Josh, who was standing by the terrace door. I approached him, slowly. He quickly grabbed my hand and pulled me inside the house, closing the door behind us. “Are you freaking crazy, darling?! You could have froze to death!” he stared at my red face with a serious expression. “Oh come on, it’s not like I was going to stand there for eternities. Just for a minute!” I snorted. A soft, warm pair of hands started to rub against my cold ones. “You’re gonna be the death of me, one day. I’m going to make us some hot coffee and maybe a breakfast,” the boy smiled at me with his pearly, straight teeth.

After the delicious breakfast Josh made us, we sat on the old living room couch watching some random morning talk show. I snuggled into his chest not really listening to what was going on the tv. His shirt had a unique smell. It was a mix of apple shower gel and lavender incense, the scent of which spread throughout my home, especially when Josh was spending his time with me. It was quickly becoming my favourite smell of all time, always reminding me of the happiness and pure bliss that this boy gave me.

I loved him with all my heart yet, I was too scared to even say one word about it. We knew each other for 4 years now and only just last year we grew the balls to admit that we had feelings for one another. He was my light in the dark, the strong force that pulled me from the depths of my sadness. I couldn’t get enough of him. Somehow, he always knew when something was wrong, always trying to solve my problems, to bring me happiness. I never knew how I deserved a person like him, it’s like some sick joke that the universe made. Instead of always bringing me bad things, I found him. My sunshine, Josh.

I smiled into his shirt and tried to get out of my mind to enjoy my time with him. “Can I tell you something, my darling?” I looked at his face and saw that expression again, whose meaning I still could not recognize. “Of course” I slowly replied, staring at his handsome face intently. “I.. I would like… I would like you to know..” his voice started stuttering, cheeks started turning bright red. I took his hands in mine, only to find that they were shaking slightly. I didn’t know what was going on, but he seemed to be really nervous. “It’s okay honey, you know you can tell me absolutely anything. I won’t be mad at you.” My eyes were showing him honesty. He looked at me nervously and then said something that surprised me immensely.

“I.. I love you with all my heart.” I looked at him like I’ve just seen a ghost, my mouth was opened just a bit. I didn't think he would ever say those words. In fact, I thought I would be the first. “I’m sorry... I…” he started. “God, I love you so much,” I interrupted him in mid-sentence. My eyes closed, I didn’t know what to do after that confession. Then I felt gentle, plump lips meeting my own, igniting millions butterflies in my stomach. My hand cupped his precious face, his skin hot from all the blushing. I didn’t open my eyes, I wanted this moment to last forever. We kissed slowly for a few moments, confessing our love without saying one word. I think we knew at that moment that that love didn’t need to be described in words.

After a while we had to pull apart, catching our breaths. “I’m so lucky to have you. You light up my whole day.” I hugged him tightly, his smell engulfing me again. Happy tears started welling up in my eyes, I sincerely couldn’t believe that something like this happened to me. “You saved me, Josh. I thought that I would never be able to be happy. You’re my sun and I love you.” He wiped the tears from my eyes with a palm of his hand. “I’ll always be here for you, mama. You’re my moon, always making me smile and I love you so much,” he smiled sweetly and I recognized his expression as love. With him by my side, I can fight with the struggles of the world outside.

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Hope you liked it <3

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[mercy-burning]

Win Me Back

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!Reader

Summary: When Reader’s ex-boyfriend comes back to town, he finds a way to make amends— with a little help from her niece.

Category: FLUFF

Warnings: None other than a few swears :)

Word Count: 3k (I barely made the limit, folks, that was hard lol)

MASTERLIST

NOTE: This is my entry for @homoose ‘s 2k Celebration!! And if this fic seems familiar, that may be because it’s a re-telling of the car-wash scene from Ramona and Beezus 🤭😂 It’s one of my favorite movie scenes of all time, it never fails to make me squeal, and I had SO MUCH FUN writing this!

Also! I tried very hard to find the scene for you to watch incase you haven’t seen the movie, but the ones I did manage to find on YouTube cut out THE BEST PARTS, so I’m sorry 😭 But in case you want to know the ~vibes~ I tried to capture and don’t feel like watching the movie, I made THIS post last night with some dialogue/background from the scene if you’d like to read it! Obviously it’s not required since what I’ve written is quite different, but it is encouraged 😊

I hope you like it!! And if somehow you haven’t followed Moose yet, you should! She’s the sweetest ❤❤❤

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Y/N found an abundance of upsides to taking neighborhood walks with her niece. For one thing, it gave her a distraction, something to focus on as she made sure eight-year-old Piper wouldn't wander too far from the sidewalk. She found solace in quizzing her on the multiplication table as they made their way around the block, an activity in which Piper enthusiastically flaunted her love of numbers.

It was also nice to stay outside and take in the warm sun and soft rustling of the trees, though every once in a while all of it wasn't enough to keep the memory of Spencer at bay.

After all, it was kind of hard when he was back in town, and after all these years he was reaching out to her like he hadn't broken her heart in the first place.

"You seem sad, Auntie," Piper said, grabbing Y/N's hand as the turned the corner.

Y/N swung their arms together gently, smiling down at her with a tilt of her head. "Why d'you think that, hon?"

Piper gave a little shrug, her ponytail blowing softly behind her. "You don't smile as much. And you always smile when you're with me... And you asked me the same times equation 3 times in a row just now. You're distracted."

Y/N couldn't help the breathy laugh that escaped her. You sound just like Spencer... Instead, she told her, "Aw, I'm sorry, Kiddo. My mind is just in a... confusing place right now. But I'm very happy that you got to come stay with me this weekend, you always brighten my day." She punctuated her sentence with a little boop on Piper's nose, to which she giggled and asked for another math equation.

The two of them continued around the block a few rounds, though on their fourth and final one, Y/N noticed very familiar car parked just outside her house.

Heart jumping into her throat, she stopped in her tracks, and Piper kept going only to be pulled back slightly. The girl turned to her aunt and furrowed her brow. "Auntie, why did we stop?"

"Um... I just wasn't expecting any company today besides you..."

Y/N certainly wasn't ready to discuss everything that was going on with Spencer to anyone, let alone her eight-year-old niece who wouldn't probably understand or care anyway. So she explained it the best way she could, quickly coming up with a plan to avoid him as long as possible.

"See the car parked over there?" Y/N asked, and Piper nodded. "Well, that's an... old friend of mine... And we haven't talked in a long time because we don't really get along anymore. So when we get up to the house, he might try to talk to us, and I'm going to tell him that we're busy."

"He's not mean, is he?"

Sensing Piper's reservations, Y/N reassured her while letting her own contempt for her ex fuel the conversation. "No, but... He broke my heart. And he—"

"Y/N... Hi..."

She nearly jumped, mostly from surprise, but also at the fact that hearing her name coming from his lips and his voice and just him brought back a flood of feelings she'd rather have forgotten. Still, she turned to him and cleared her throat. "Spencer... Hi."

Piper suddenly let go of Y/N's hand, a small scoff escaping her. "Oh. Spencer..."

The two adults turned to look at her with surprise, though it was Spencer who spoke up. "You... know me?"

"Mhm," Piper returned with a nod, crossing her arms. "I heard Mom and Auntie talk about you yesterday, and she says you have a stupid, beautiful face."

"Piper!" Y/N screeched, heat rising to her face. "I... You can't tell people that, I— That's not... I..."

"Oh... I'm sorry, Auntie," the little girl said quietly.

Y/N was fully prepared to dig a hole and stay buried in it forever, and her embarrassment grew even stronger when Spencer spoke up again. "It's okay," he reassured gently, a small laugh sounding from his throat that regrettably gave Y/N butterflies. "You're auntie's definitely right, I do have a stupid face."

Before Y/N could stop the conversation altogether, Piper cut in quickly, being sure to add, "And beautiful."

Spencer's eyes flicked up to Y/N, drawing her in with amusement and charm, a fact which she hated to her core. Because it was working, and that was annoying as hell. "Yep," he said, never taking his eyes off of her. "And beautiful."

And then the corner of his mouth turned up slightly, flashing her the most amused, stupidly perfect smirk.

Piper started talking again, and for the second time that day, Y/N wished she hadn't even said anything at all, keeping this whole situation to herself.

"But we can't talk to you, because you broke Auntie's heart, and we're busy. C'mon, Auntie. Let's go." Piper grabbed Y/N's hand and led her up the rest of sidewalk until they got to the driveway. And even though it might have been childish to completely ignore Spencer as they walked past, not giving him a second glance, quite frankly she was quick to abort the situation as soon as possible.

Unfortunately for her, Spencer was persistent.

They were almost to the steps up to the door when he called out. "Piper! Can I ask you something?"

The little girl turned around, losing grip of Y/N's hand and greeting his gaze without batting an eye. "Sure."

Damn kids and their willingness to be nice to strangers, Y/N grumbled in her head.

"I know... your auntie is an important person to you, right?" Spencer inquired, walking up the driveway with his hands in his front pockets. Y/N swallowed, most certainly not noticing how the sun perfectly highlighted him in a glow that made him look more beautiful than stupid.

Piper nodded.

"Well... She's important to me, too. And I really hurt her feelings, but I want to make it up to her. Would you be kind enough to let me try?"

Damn him, Y/N grumbled yet again. Damn him, damn him, damn him to hell... Why was he so charming?

He'd always known that kids were a soft spot for her, and when they'd dated, they talked a lot about having some of their own  one day. Every time they took a walk in the park and they passed a kid, they always gravitated to Spencer, giving him the biggest smiles, and in turn he would give them a high five or perform a little magic trick to make them smile even wider. And Y/N melted into a damn puddle every time.

He knew exactly what he was doing, using Piper as a means to win her back, but even still, she knew that because of his gentle nature, most of it was... well, nature. Deep down, as much as she hated to admit it, she knew that he was a kind person. They may have ended things on bad terms, sure, and Y/N could pretend he was cruel all she wanted— The truth was that no matter how their relationship ended, he was a good man at heart.

And that's why it hurt so much.

Y/N thought for sure Piper would fall into his web, but she was pleasantly surprised when the girl responded with, "I don't know... I don't know if I trust you yet."

You and me both, Kiddo, Y/N thought to herself.

Spencer laughed again. "That's fair. Look, you can say no, but... How about I give you something in return?"

"Spencer, that's no—"

Piper crossed her arms and tilted her head to the side, interrupting Y/N before she could finish protesting. "How much we talking?"

"Piper!"

"Well, I was going to offer to show you a magic trick, but I suppose I could work you a deal... I only have a hundred bucks on me, would that be enough?"

Sure enough, Spencer pulled a one-hundred dollar bill from his pocket, and the young girl's eyes went wide. Y/N's did, too, but more likely than not it wasn't a means of excitement.

"You have yourself a deal!" Piper squealed with a jump. She ran over to take the money, meanwhile Spencer looked up at Y/N with a smile.

She didn't return it.

"Is there somewhere we can talk?" he asked softly. Kindly.

"Well, I'm babysitting Piper today, so you'll have to come back another time," she returned a little coldly, hoping that she and Piper had just scored a free Benjamin to pig out on ice cream while Spencer was left waiting forever for a conversation that was never going to happen.

Funny how eight-year-olds always had a way of making things more difficult for you.

"Auntie, Spencer and I made a deal. He gave me money, and now he has to make it up to you. Remember?"

Y/N groaned. "Yeah, yeah, I remember..."

"Well, how about I... take you guys out for lunch? My treat? If it's alright, we can go to McDonald's..."

"The one with the play place?" Piper gasped, immediately turning to Y/N. "Oh, Auntie, please can we go? Please, please, please?"

She looked up at Spencer, shaking her head in exasperation as he smiled at her, those sparkling honey eyes reeling her in whether she wanted them to or not. Then she turned to Piper and sighed.

"How fast do you think you can eat?"

***

Y/N was surprised Spencer didn't try to talk to her more on the drive over. Though, Piper did most of the talking, telling Spencer about how much she loved numbers and math, and he even quizzed her on some multiplication equations on the way.

If she wasn't so annoyed with him, Y/N would have melted completely.

It was the getting into the restaurant that worried her the most, though. She knew that once Piper ran off to play while they waited for their food, he would spend whatever short amount of time he had trying to win her back. And she was afraid of two things, mostly that she would end up crying in the restaurant, making a scene and wishing she'd never agreed to go, no matter how heart-broken Piper might have been. But there was also a small part of her, nestled deep into her heart, that was afraid she'd fall for him all over again.

He certainly made falling easy.

When the three of them stepped into the restaurant, it was easy to see how excited Piper was to be there. She gently tugged on Y/N's sleeve before looking up at her. "Nuggets, fries, and Sprite?"

"Apples, too, and you've got yourself a deal," Y/N said.

Piper nodded, not really caring but eager to go and play. So she sighed and nodded, leaving her with a, "Be careful!" as she saw the girl quick-walk over to the play area. There was a decent crowd that day, but thankfully no one in the restaurant seemed to have any grievances or knacks for trouble.

Spencer on the other hand... Y/N scoffed to herself, thinking how he was the most troublesome person in the area.

He proved her point by nudging her with his elbow. "She's a fun one."

"Yeah, she's somethin' alright," Y/N grumbled. "I can't believe you bribed her just to talk to me... If I didn't know better, I'd have thought you were being romantic. But I do know better, and you're just stubborn."

Spencer laughed, but she refused to look at him. "Aw, come on, give me some credit. You know I can be a little of both."

This time Y/N did look at him, squinting in a glare, like she was contemplating. "Eh... five to ninety-five. Leaning in favor of stubborn, of course."

"Obviously." The amusement in his voice made her hate his stupid, beautiful face even more than usual.

Thankfully he kept the conversation short after that, at least until they ordered. Since it was Spencer's treat, she milked his wallet for as much as she could afford to on fast-food. She ordered a large chocolate milkshake and enough food for her and Piper to share for dinner later— and probably lunch the next day, too. The amused chuckle Spencer let out as she was ordering did have her believing maybe she was being a bit childish. But the longer she thought about it, the more she stood by her actions.

He did break her heart after all. The least he could do was compensate through chicken nuggets and French fries.

The only thing she didn't count on, though, was how long it was going to take to make all her food, not to mention getting things done for other people. As she and Spencer made their way to the table, she realized she'd have to talk with him longer.

Spencer took advantage of this, naturally.

"So... How've you been?"

Y/N scoffed. "You show up out of the blue five years after you break up with me, and then have the nerve to ask me how I've been, in a McDonald's? Yeah, I've been great."

He sighed, his eyes flitting down to the table. "I know, I'm... I'm sorry. And I know I should have—"

"Spence, please don't... Look, I know... I know why we broke up, and I came to terms with the fact that your job was just to dangerous for us to be together, but... I mean, you weren't even willing to work it out, you just... ran away. That hurt."

"Y/N... I'm so, so sorry that it happened that way. I think about it almost every day and how much I wish I could have changed it..."

"But you can't change it. And now you... you show up here after all this time to—to what? Win me back? Use your kindness and your charm to reel me back in, like that'll somehow make everything better?"

He looked up at her through his eyelashes, the sight almost breaking her. "Maybe..."

"It's not that I don't appreciate the thought, Spence, because I do... I've dreamt about the day you'd come back and apologize, begging me to take you back... But I can't get hurt again. And you have to understand that."

"I do... Just..." His hands reached out across the table, gently touching hers. The feeling sparked something in her, something nostalgic and warm...

Something that felt a lot like home.

He was going to continue his speech, but a knock on the glass separating them from the playroom on the other side jolted them apart. It was Piper, a stern look on her face. "Don't try anything, Mister... You're still on thin ice."

She turned away then, running back to the slide when Spencer sighed. "I thought we had a deal."

Y/N laughed, nodding at Piper through the glass. "Even a hundred bucks and free food isn't enough to win someone's trust." Spencer looked over at her and waited, visibly swallowing. But Y/N flashed the smallest of smiles before finishing, speaking quietly, yet with all the truth and firmness in the world. "You have to work harder than that."

"Duly noted," Spencer replied, his gaze never straying from hers. "Looks like me and my stupid, beautiful face have some work to do."

Y/N rolled her eyes, leaning back in the chair as Spencer grinned like a fool... A stupid, beautiful fool. "Oh, alright... You know what... If you weren't paying for my mountains of food and giving me a ride home, that thin ice you're on would have just shattered under the weight of that comment."

"Oh, come on, it was funny."

"No, it really wasn't."

"Yeah, it was."

He stared at her, smiling until her forced frown slowly and reluctantly transformed into a smile of her own.

***

"Thank you for lunch, Spencer! And for the hundred dollars!" Piper skipped past him and up the driveway, stopping to turn and wave with her Happy Meal toy in hand. Y/N was carrying a bag of leftover food and half a milkshake, her stomach already regretting every choice she'd ever made.

"You're welcome, Piper," Spencer said, smiling at the girl. "And thank you for letting me get a chance to set things right with your auntie. You really helped me out today, I appreciate it."

"Sure thing. Just don't break her heart again, or I'll break your stupid, beautiful face. It'll turn into a stupid, ugly face then."

Y/N mentally face-palmed herself, turning to Piper and telling her to go inside and wash up. The girl gave Spencer one final wave and a smile as she did so, leaving the adults alone once again.

"Thank you..." he said quietly, shifting on his feet. "For giving me a chance. I really want to make things right with us... Make up for the way I hurt you, and... try harder. You deserve that much."

Years of heartache and trying to get over him begged Y/N not to believe it, but deep down she knew he was being truthful. He wasn't the type of guy to come around like this—especially with all the work travel he did—just to manipulate her into heartache again, with empty promises and hurtful intent.

She knew he was really willing to try to make things right, and that was a big start.

"Thank you... for saying that... And for making Piper's day. I know you didn't really mean to bribe her, but the fact that you did it anyway is absurd, so... I guess I have to give credit where credit's due."

Spencer laughed, and this time Y/N didn't hate the feeling of the butterflies in her stomach fluttering at the sound. "Well, I'm glad I could at least amuse you today. Does... this mean my romantic to stubborn ratio shifted a little bit?"

Y/N rolled her eyes affectionately, taking a sip of her milkshake. "Hmm... twenty to eighty."

"Still leaning in favor of stubborn, I suppose..."

The smile they shared in that moment felt more like the ones they used to share back then, officially kickstarting the slow, meticulous mending of their love.

"Obviously."

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two halves | l.mh

PAIRING. mark lee x reader

GENRE. fluff, heavy angst

WARNINGS. major character death, grief

WORD COUNT. 2.4k

SUMMARY. right after his death, mark watches how you cope with the loss

A/N. i saw this one tiktok and it kinda inspired me to write this

// just to let you guys know, reblogs and feedbacks are appreciated !! thank you for reading :D

white walls, white room.

mark scrunched his face, his eyelashes slowly fluttering open, the dark brown iris adjusting the size of the pupils due to the brightness of the walls reflected upon it. a soft groan vibrating from his throat, he assessed his surroundings where nobody or nothing else is present. he looked down to inspect his clothing, hoping that it would give him any clue of this room or space he’s in - an all white outfit. this scene looks exactly like the one in the movies where the characters realize they are dead. except this time, he really is.

THE REALIZATION.

the muffled sounds of cries and sobs rang through his eardrums, triggering a reflex to wake up from the state that he thought was a slumber. he is lying on the hospital bed with the light blue clothing piece, faint light illuminating the space where people are huddled up around him. he waved his right hand in the air to let them - who he later remembered as his family members and friends, know that his eyes are already open. nobody moved even the slightest, the atmosphere being very much dead, scent of medicine intoxicating his mind.

then he saw someone who he holds very dear to his heart - you, enter the hospital room, dropping onto her knees as soon as she saw his state of condition. in an instant, he shot up from his lying position and ran over towards the crying you, shoulders shaking and all. bringing his hands to hold you in his embrace, not even a glance spared by you brought a hundred and one questions to him. why didn’t anybody acknowledge him when he woke up? why can’t you feel his touch?

“mark lee. time of death, 10:23 pm,” the tall doctor with glasses rested on the bridge of his nose announced before leaving the room, holding the clipboard close to his chest. mark gauged the monitor screen next to the bed, the line indicating his heartbeat is no longer showing spikes going up and down - instead becoming a flat line, deafening beep present with it. then he sees himself still laying on the white sheets, eyes still closed and no signs of breathing evident. a surge of panic rushed through his veins.

this can’t be real.

mark rushed into the bathroom, a surprised gasp leaving his lips. his body is semi-transparent, the shape of the toilet bowl can be seen through his left shoulder. his body shakes with terror, slapping himself in the cheeks multiple times just to make sure that this whole fiasco is just a nightmare.

oh my god. no, this is real.

mark stood in the back of the crowd, witnessing the funeral of someone and that someone being him. of course, he’s never expected to get the sight of his own service. his mother is standing beside you, her hands rubbing circles onto your back in an attempt to calm your mourning state. you’re still looking ever so pretty, a black chiffon dress on your body with white pearl necklace on your collarbones and your wavy black hair hanging down your shoulders. not that anybody else would notice, it’s someone’s death after all.

“stay strong, y/n. he will always be in our hearts,” the same rhythm of sentence in tones full of pity being directed towards you. mark’s sister enveloped you into a warm hug despite the chilly atmosphere, whispering comforting words into your ears before getting into the family’s car. you’re not going back home, not yet when you still feel reluctant to let him go.

“why did you leave me?” the only coherent words from your hoarse voice can be heard. mark, who is crouching next to you, is holding his tears back. instead, he sends a sorrowful smile - not that you can see him anyway. is there any way to let you know of his presence?

“goodbye, love. i’ll see you tomorrow. i promise,” you dusted the back of your dress from any dirt or debris, leaving a rose on his tombstone. the thing is, he doesn’t want to part from you. and that’s why his figure is seated beside you in the cab. he grazed his thumb on your knuckles, making you feel tingles rushing through. you pushed the slight thought away, you must be tired to be feeling things.

you slowly opened the door to your apartment, you and mark’s to be exact. the whole house is making those memories make their presence in the back of your head again. the kitchen where you two baked cookies for christmas last year. the bedroom where you snuggled upon his chest, not wanting to start your day just yet. the piano where he sang those cheesy songs for you. the living room where you slow danced at 3 in the morning. his favourite mug resting on the countertop, probably will not be used again. this whole situation is too overwhelming for you. you feel weak.

with each day passing by, you didn’t even miss one without a visit to his resting lot. you would tell him stories of how your day went or something that you read which would made him ponder. the words carved on it are already etched onto your brain.

mark lee. a son, a brother and a loving partner.

the clock hanging on the grey wall has it’s arms stretched out to display the time - two in the morning. you can’t sleep just yet, not having any for the past few days even. dark circles are appearing around your eyes, not yet recovered from the puffiness from all the crying. mark’s heart aches everytime he takes upon your state. he feels very guilty, not that death was his choice after all. it’s simply fate, a cycle of life, a destiny that every single creature on this planet will end up with.

you’ve taken the whole month off work, still feeling ever so helpless. in fact, you can’t even remember the last time you’ve stepped out of the apartment, the night before his passing perhaps? you’ve completely shut yourself out from any interactions - deactivating your social media, not accepting any calls. you just need time to heal.

as if you’re being controlled by some type of mastermind, you shoot up on the balls of your feet, pulling away from the couch. those images of you slow dancing with mark, hands in each other’s holds, your chin rested in the crook of his neck and being ever so engrossed in love are coming back more often now. you trudged to the vinyls arranged neatly on the shelf, picking one before placing it on the turntable - frank sinatra, one of his all time favourites.

holding your hands up at about his usual height, you start twirling around. you can almost see the outline of his smile, his features right in front of you. except, he is. he’s been observing your moves the whole night. mirroring your current position, as if you can really see him, it’s a miracle for him. overjoyed actually, he doesn’t realize the salty tears streaming down his cheekbones and so are yours.

“thank you for coming, dear. it’s a pleasure seeing you in what, weeks?” a laugh escaped the woman’s lips. you reciprocated her hug before stepping into the living room. it’s been a long time since you’ve been here, was it in january? mrs. lee had invited you over for a simple dinner, checking up on how you’ve been. you can see that the family is still struggling over his passing, the way his sister’s eyes are not twinkling as usual makes it hard to cover up the lie.

“you see, this was on his high school graduation day. he was very happy that day, doing all sorts of dances and stuff. finally escaping from hell as he said,” she giggled. she’s been displaying all sorts of memoirs to you, photo albums and photographs scattered on the wooden floor. to be honest, you’ve never seen these before. all smiles mark lee, easy to notice among the crowd. not that he’s changed, he’s still that boy now. mark just sat on the couch - his favourite spot, observing the throwback session going on. if he’s still here, his sister for sure is going to tease the hell out of him.

“he told us so much about you, you know? as if everything reminds him of you, that boy is lovestruck. really,” that sudden confession made your tongue dry, unable to find a perfect response. you were really that special to him.

“drive safe honey, you can come over whenever you want. you know you’re always welcome here, right?” mrs. lee handed you the small box filled with some things you’re going to keep. she kissed both of your cheeks, mr. lee standing behind her giving you a small wave. a small smile crept up onto your face before igniting the engine, turning your wheels out of the housing area.

the netflix show is playing on the television, the faint voices of the characters playing in the background. you’re sitting on the floor, flipping through the photo journal you two decorated throughout your one year of relationship. you can see his little scribbles and doodles, often a little dinosaur symbolising your always grumpy personality.

in one photo, a golden birthday hat is nicely placed on your head with him kissing your right cheek. you remember clearly, a surprise party for you last year. in the following ones, they are mostly candid shots - you blowing out the candles while he looks at you full of love, him eating a portion of your dish while you pout your lips. you would say it was the night of your life, spending it with the guy who stole your heart.

the next page of the journal is a shot of mark taking a photo of you in the park. you suppose it was taken by donghyuck? that one picture of you was stuck as his lock screen wallpaper for a while, you remembered getting so embarrassed over it. mark would give you the same excuse every time you questioned him about it, implying that the sight of you would light up his whole day. cheesy really, but that was what remained as memories of the past, tied neatly in your heart.

the rain trickling against your window eventually made you doze off to wonderland, creating the perfect chance for mark to browse through the journal in your hands. carefully lifting it from yours so that you won’t be stirred from your sleep, he settled down in the space beside your sleeping figure. slowly turning the pages, he smiled fondly at each photo holding a thousand moments that can’t be recreated ever again. some of them would make him giggle. he kneeled down slightly to place a soft kiss on your forehead, making you squirm a little due to the faint touch.

“give him a chance. i’m not saying that you should forget mark but it’s been months, you should live up a little,” yerim’s voice sounding concerned from the other end of the line. perhaps she’s right but you just need more time. but how much longer? you’re afraid you yourself have no specific answer for that enquiry.

you’ve been feeling better by now, welcoming people back into your life and carrying out the same daily routine of yours. going to work, buying groceries, going to the drive-thru and whatnot. of course, the void is still obvious - coming back home to an empty atmosphere instead of him waiting for you on the couch, sometimes dozing off, no more weekend cafe runs. but at least you’re trying your best. you bid your goodbyes before tapping the red button, ending the call. plopping the device onto the mattress, you stared at the white ceiling, deep in your own thoughts.

you should give him a chance. live up a little.

yes, you should.

getting hold of the phone and immediately opening the messages app, you searched for jungwoo’s number. he’s been trying to take you out for dinner for a while now. you still remember his exact words, whenever you’re ready he’s always there, waiting for you. you’re not really sure about that particular question but it wouldn't hurt to give it a try, right?

typing in the words ‘okay, sure’ is already a pressure for you but you still proceeded to press the send button. glancing at the clock showing the time, the notification ping redirected your focus onto the screen.

jungwoo: cool, is tomorrow night okay with you? i’ll drive, of course :)

tomorrow night. okay, tomorrow night.

an elegant red gown is wrapping your curves perfectly, a thin necklace with the seashell charm around your neck while your lips is decorated with the dark red tone, highlighting your poise appearance. hearing the doorbell ring, you tidied up the dresser as your eyes landed onto the picture frame holding a photo of you and mark. a sad feeling crept into your heart but you pushed it away, opening the door to reveal jungwoo in a black and white tuxedo.

you would say that the dinner went well, none of his questions or chatters crossing any borderline. he’s just so polite, even you are amused. feeling comfortable with his presence, the small gap in between is eventually closing down since you’ve learned so much about each other during the other few dates. one night completely changed it for you, him offering you a dance at some event he’s bringing you with.

you observed that his moves are slightly similar to mark’s - not completely of course, mark’s is very unique and very…mark-ish. for the first time ever in the recent turn of events, you flashed a genuine smile. one that is not just for show, one that only comes out when you’re truly elated, one that you only manage to give to certain. mark just observed the scene from a distance, admiring how you’ve managed to find the spark of happiness you once lost.

alas, mark saw his other half become full again with another, her eyes twinkling with the same joy but this time, it’s not him in the reflection.

[cedricslover]

Red String

Pairing: Cedric Diggory x Fem! Reader

Warnings: Fluff, mentions of chewing/eating

A/N: I think I'm going to start a prompt list, this would be the very first one. The bold phrase is the prompt.

Word Count: 1.2k

“Hello there handsome” you giggled before giving Cedric a peck on the cheek.

“Good afternoon beautiful” he raises his head and smiled. “Oh honestly, don’t stop” you replied as you cupped your own face and sat across him. Roaming your gaze, you admired the golden streaks of sunlight that hit the tables and chairs, and because of the perfect spotlight, particles of dust were floating around.

He lightly laughed, cautious that Madam Pince, the librarian, might kick him out if he was loud enough.

“Totally forgot there, that my girlfriend is a sucker for compliments” he was now shaking his head and shuffled the pages of the book he was reading.

“Not my fault that compliments can make your day” you raised your eyebrows as you reached for a book that you asked Cedric to take as soon as he arrives at the library. “And thank you for this by the way” you winked as soon as your eyes met.

“Merlin, you really know what you are doing” he mutters while you just frowned and shrugged.

It must have been 3 hours since you arrived at the library for the stars to be peeking. “Love?” you called Cedric’s attention, “hmm?” he answered.

“You look extra dashing today.” You started that made him stop reading and look up to your innocently smiling face.

“Go on” He rested his chin on his hands, “And you’re the best boyfriend someone could ever ask” you blinked frequently.

“And there’s the magic sentence.” Cedric sighs and wrinkled his nose. “I’m your only boyfriend mi amor” he says the last words with the most convincing Spanish accent you have ever heard.

“You’re really applying those Spanish words your roommate taught you? In this conversation?” you tried not to laugh when he looked at you confused.

“Why? Is it ugly?” and his face immediately changed “Why? Are you racist, love?” he widened his eyes like never before and even covered his own mouth.

“‘What the fuck? No!” You hissed, trying to keep it down. “Besides, this is not the tar-ge-ted topic yeah?”

“What is it then?” Cedric stopped laughing and started to gather all the books you two have read when he noticed that it was already dark. “Well, I’m still not done with this parchment and I expected that I finish this right before dinner but there’s still ⅛ of it left and this is due tomorrow. I do love to get a good night’s sleep so…” you looked at Cedric anticipating his answer when you didn’t even have a question.

“So… alright alright, I will take food from the Great Hall and take them to your dorm.” he stands up while carrying the books, “Even though I would most likely look like I smuggled something illegal being that Dumbledore said that we could not take food from the Great Hall to our dorms because it is not eth-i-cal” he smiles sarcastically that you just countered with an eye roll.

“Please, he’s around a hundred years old, he couldn’t possibly find out you “smuggled” food” it was really not a joke, Dumbledore did say that because of that one week the Great Hall was almost empty during dinners because all the houses hoarded the foods and took it to the common rooms resulting for individual houses having individual dinners. No interaction with other houses at all.

“I’m only doing this because you’re pretty, and I love you” he squinted his eyes but you saw the smile that he was suppressing, “Well I love you too pretty boy” you responded and as he gave you a final glance, you blew him a kiss.

“Taken” he catches the kiss and acted like he placed it into his pocket. “And kept.” he flashed a smiled before exiting the library.

“Cute.” you murmured before you started writing again.

“THERE’S MY FOOD!” you jumped from your bed and reached for Cedric who was handing over one plate full of food.

“You haven’t eaten yet?” your brows furrowed as you two sat on your bed and he puts down another plate.

He shakes his head.

“Well, you should’ve eaten already.” you looked seriously at him, he was already there at the Great Hall.

“Well, I don’t want my girl to be lonely, besides, I don’t think I could just sit here and watch you eat. I don’t also want to leave you alone while your roommates are still at the Great Hall.” he didn’t look at you, he might have thought you were mad.

“Hey, hey” you stopped his hands from arranging your already arranged bed, “I’m not mad Ced, I’m just saying you went all that trouble, we both know Dumbledore would get mad, but you chose to eat here, with me.” You gave him a little smile.

“I told you. I’m doing this because I love you,” he caressed your arms. “and you’re pretty.” his face relaxed and wrinkles appeared on the corners of his eyes.

“I’m sure you said the pretty one first before the you love me part” you gave him a lopsided smile.

“Really? Nevertheless, it’s the same don’t you think?” he reached for his plate and started eating.

“Nope.” you popped the ‘p’ in that before you also put food in your mouth.

“I know what’s the same” he added,

“What?”

“Lovely and beautiful, I think they’re just the same, they both describe you.” he raised his eyebrows while chewing, not even aware of how he made you feel as he lowers his gaze back to his plate, those familiar flaps your insides felt, that feeling where the world stops and only the two of you mattered.

In this second, at this moment.

“I might say the same to you” you were still looking at him, and now, he raises his head and look deeply into your eyes.

There was always something whenever your gazes meet, it was for a moment, the red string that connected the both of you was no longer invisible. For a second, you could see the connection.

“When we marry each other. I’m not going to waste a single second.” he declared, still maintaining eye contact.

There was no “if” now, it was a “when”.

“When?” you still haven’t processed it, you knew that both of you took this relationship slowly, surely, full of what-ifs and if onlys, and now, he was sure.

“Yes. When, not if, when.” he assured, you felt ecstatic, it was pure bliss.

He stands up, leaving his plate of food on your bedside table and reached for your hand.

“When I marry you, every day we would dance until we’re old” he started swaying the both of you, his hands on your waist and your arms clinging on his neck.

“When we start to live in our dream home and have our own family, I will be the happiest man on Earth and I will make sure that you will the happiest woman” you looked up to him and saw his pupils dilate.

“And when we get married, I’m going to stare at you every chance I get and whisper to myself “Wow this is my husband now” and maybe even tear up or be annoyed. No in-between” you both laughed as you two still danced in your dorm, not even minding the half-eaten foods you left.

The two of you only mattered in this exact moment.

“And when we get married, I will love you endlessly.” he whispered,

“I will too. Always.” you closed your eyes as you felt his lips touched your forehead, his kisses always made you calm, assured, and contented. It was the torch in the darkness, the shelter during a storm, or maybe it was not his kiss, maybe it was him.

[lovee-infected]

I enjoy reading character analysis to understand them more and I've also noticed that some insert fics are like too exagerated and their personalities are far from the canon twst. I think some writers are just basing their fics to others and and makes conclusion about it and ignore important details or text on their cards?* And as a reader, I do sometimes think that "this" character are like that. Like Vil, being portrayed as narcisstic and beauty obssessed charac, I think he isnt like that and theres more to him than we think. Sorry for the long ask✌️

You're totally valid anon and I see your point, you know while I agree that each idea and interpretation on characters is worthy on its own and no one is bound to having a specific opinion or belief, getting too wild with personal fantasies and ignoring the originals can totally ruin the writing. Characters are often mischaracterized especially in reader insert fics and the most annoying part is that almost everyone is making the same mistakes about him-! Like some of the noticable mistakes would be:

(1) Femininely has nothing to do with Vil's terms of beauty

Oh lord what can I say- It's even against what Vil himself directly said through chapter five and how he cleared his point on male and female equal, and you can tell he is pretty strict about it.

Like did you just forget what he told Epel when he complained that he doesn't want to act like a girl: “a boy getting embarrassed about ‘acting like a girl,’ -- what year is your head stuck in??? did you take a time machine from 100 years ago??”

He doesn't seem to be one to appreciate the concept of labeling beauty as a female-only thing and on the other hand, he doesn't really seem to like the way women can be looked down on while being compared to men either. He seeks equality, and beauty wasn't ever defined as a feminine act in his dictionary; while there are tons of requests asking for: Vil forcing their trans s/o to wear more feminine clothes/ Vil asking their fem! s/o to wear more feminine stuff an look cuter/Vil complimenting s/o's appearance for not being feminine enough/... And literally TONS of requests like this. Please, you're forgetting one the most important parts of his personality, he considers male and female to be equal and it's so hecking important to show that he holds respect for all genders nonetheless.

(2) Vil's maturity is often ignored

Honestly, within all twst characters Vil's maturity on its own really impresses me. From the way he speaks to how serious and sincere he is all I gotta say is this man is waaay different from the way he's charactetized in most of the fics. Idk why but, he's sometimes charactetized as a guy who's ready to boil you alive if you dare touch any of his expensive make up pallettes or eyeshadows. Oh please, Vil isn't an angry child.

Also he often decides to keep his anger in, though you can tell when he's mad by just looking at his face. Clinching fists, trying not to talk and most likely, walking off or asking people to leave him alone until he calms down a bit is most likely his usual way of expressing his anger, but I've seen him being described as a loud, feral figure like Riddle is! Oh god no- Are you just ignoring how calm and collected Vil often tends to be?

(3) What's with the potato fetish?

While it's canon that Vil can sometimes call people around him potato. You may like to know that in some languages, potato is translated as "Apple of the ground", which can be an interesting reason of him using this nickname for people.

Watching Vil call students potatoes can be as entertaining as watching Malleus play with his tamagotchi, but again, it's important to realize that you don't have to only use potato when you're thinking of what Vil might say in a reader insert/situation!

Come on there are hundreds of different statements and sentences you can use other than just 'potatoes' and it'll get boring to read him saying the same nick name over and over in a fic. Good lord of course this isn't the only word he uses in communication so please try to avoid using it too much. This, is NOT the only word that he knows to use! (Seriously though I've seen being used like 6 times in a 500-word drabble)

(4) Please avoid spreading false information about him and his personality

Funny how I'm saying it here, but don't forget that you do not own him! Vil Schoenheit is a property of Disney/ Aniplex and all, which means that no one can certainly decide on his sexuality/ background/ unexplained character details unless it's officially announced.

Why am I saying this? Because some people are seriously going to far! I've seen people attacking others saying that Vil's pronouns are She/Her and not He/ Him like: EXCUSE ME...???

I don't want to get into details explaining how this drama is going but I've got to say something anyway, YOU DON'T HAVE THE RIGHT TO DECIDE ON HIS PRONOUNS! None of us do!

It's totally okay to have your personal preferences on his pronouns or anything else, but you must avoid spreading such information and forcing them on others as long as they aren't confirmed! Please keep your headcanons for yourself and don't confuse the fandom with them. Everyone's free to have their own headcanons but it's never okay to force them on others!

(5) Vil has a LOT to talk about other than just beauty!

Man... sometimes I feel like the fandom is just doing him dirty. Most of the reader inserts, fics , and even Vil memes have something to do with beauty while it's important to try and look through his personality as well instead of just sticking with the beauty aspect.

For example, through the Halloween event, I couldn't be any more surprised when Vil found the crying child who had lost their parents through the crowd and instead of just leaving them to headmaster or asking someone to take care of them he actually started to play with the child and entertrain and confront them on his own! That was probably one of his sweetest moments through the whole game and it really changed my mind about him! It was great to know that Vil as well can have a softer side when it comes to children, just imagine how good this can be used while writing a father AU for him!

His talents on the other hand need to be recognized, for example: his acting skills back in the ghost marriage proved how much of a great actor he can be and this can also give us lots of ideas to use in writings. On the other hand he's much of a celebrity on his own ( Woop- he's also got 2m followers on magicam) which gives us another great plot to write for him.

The way he is around close friends, how he compliments them and gets complimented by them in return, the way he manages Pomefiore and tries to put the students into doing their best in using their skills and lots of more interesting details that can be found through his stories are there to tell you that he's a lot more than just a beautiful Queen. A considerable part of his background as well is going to be released at he end of chapter 5 (Yes baby after the overblot Vil) and I hope that gives us all the opportunity to come up with stronger personalities and plots next time that we're describing or even, characterizing Vil!

Lmao I kind of rushed to finish this so I didn't get to talk about him as much as I wanted to, but hope that this is useful anyway.