#my friend recently told me ‘i wouldn’t be suprised if you were one of those freaks that’s into dead people’ had to do a LOT of reivaluation

[anonymousfiction211]

Camping

Summary: Loki and you have been dating for a while. He has planned a suprise camping trip.  Warnings: Smut Word count: 2.255 words A/N: Thanks so much for reading it. Decided to write Loki a little soft this time, since I was feeling romantic. If you have any ideas or suggestions, please let me know :) 

You heard a knock on the door. The clock showed that it was 12.00 p.m. right on time, as usual. Before opening the door, you looked in the mirror of your hallway. You weren’t wearing anything fancy, just a white summer dress with small straps, showing a bit of cleavage. Not too obvious, but in a classy way. You grabbed the doorknob and turned. Loki was standing in front of you with a bouquet of different flowers. When he saw you a big smile on his face appeared.  He handed you the bouquet “you look lovely, darling” he said.

You took the flowers and let him into your apartment. You went to the kitchen to cut the flowers and put them in a vase. Before you did that you smelled them. They smelled wonderful, you felt butterflies swarm through your stomach at the thought that he had remembered that lavender was your favourite flower. “Thanks, do you want something to drink of get going?” you asked him. “Get going, it is a bit of a walk. If you don’t mind” “No of course not, lead the way” You walked outside and you locked up your apartment. When you turned around you saw Loki offering his arm, which you gladly took. “Are you finally going to tell me where we’re going?” you asked. “Do I have to explain the definition of a surprise again to you?” he teased. Loki knew you didn’t like surprises, you were far too curious for that. When he told you, he had a surprise planned for your fourth date you asked so many questions, you were afraid he might leave. But he just laughed at every question you asked him, not giving any hint or sign what he had planned.

Loki laughed at your pouting face and pulled your arm a bit, to have you closed beside him. “Trust me, you’re going to like it” he whispered in your ear. The way his breath felt on your ear made your stomach jump from excitement. “Alright, fine” you fake pouted, giving you a perfect excuse to let your face rest against his upper arm. A thing Loki didn’t seem to mind at all. You walked in silence through the edge of town. That is when Loki led you to a barely visible trail in the woods. “You know the way, right?” you asked him. He gave you a smile “Of course but getting lost with you will be very enjoyable” You walked for about half an hour, making small talk on the way. You told Loki about your week and he told you what he had been up to in Asgard. You laughed hard when he told you that he let Thor think he was a snake for a whole week. And that he exchanged the flagon of beer to non-alcoholic, watching Thor and his friends act like idiots at the end of the night.

He stopped walking and pointed to the woods. “Five more minutes. I apologize, it’s not really a path but it’s manageable” You tried your best to get through it. “You know, my mother always told me not to go with strange men to the woods” “I think if they were as handsome as me, she would let you make an exception” he winked at you, making you blush. The trees started to thin out and you saw a giant lake. There was a blanket spread out with all sorts of food on it, grapes, cheese, jam, bread. Next to the blanket was a tent with the flap open. Inside stood a twin bed with a thick blanket and fluffy pillows. On the inside hung string lights, giving the whole tent a cosy look. Loki stood right behind you, wrapping you in his arms. “Surprise” he said. You were still in awe from the scenery. You turned around so you were face to face with each other. “Loki, this is absolutely amazing! But ehm.. I’m not really a camper and haven’t brought any other clothes” you said.

“I know. I have different clothes for you in the tent. As for insects, I took care of that with a spell. And instead of an air mattress there is a bed, which may or may not be that small on purpose” he grinned at you. You giggled and he pulled you closer towards him. You put your hands on his cheeks and kissed him. Wanting to break the kiss you leaned back, but Loki followed your movement and kept kissing you. You lightly slapped his chest, he broke the kiss “what?”  he asked with his most innocent voice. “I still need air!” you said while catching your breath. “Air is overrated!” he argued. “But I suppose we should eat, before the food goes bad”

The whole afternoon you spend with Loki eating, talking, and laughing. At the end of the day, you both decided to go for a swim. Loki even had a bikini for you, for which you were grateful. Until you put it on and saw it only covered the bare minimum. Sneaky guy. It didn’t take long for it to end in a water fight, which you lost of course. But since Loki had claimed a kiss as his prize, you didn’t mind that a bit. It was getting dark and start started to appear. You both dressed in your pyjamas and Loki made a fire. He spends the night talking about the stars and showing you different constellations. Giving you a perfect opportunity to get as close to him as you could and cuddle.

Loki stopped talking and you noticed he looked to be deep in thought. “Is something wrong?” you whispered. He sat up right and shuffled a little bit farther away from you. He looked into your eyes and his whole expression seemed serious, maybe even a little bit nervous. “Loki?” he flashed you a quick smile. “You know those little photo’s we took on our third date?” “Yeah those polaroids, what about them?” you wondered why he brought this up. “Well, last week I was training and apparently I had one of them in my pocket. It fell out and Thor saw, so I was forced to tell him about you. And since Odin and my mother are gone a few days next week, he keeps bothering me to meet you. So, I was wondering if you would go with me to Asgard next week?” You gasped “Asgard? Really?! Hell, yes I’ll go!” you exclaimed. Loki didn’t show any emotion at your over enthusiastic reaction. “Loki, what’s wrong?” you asked again. “Nothing, I just was wondering if I could introduce you as ehm… well we have a different word for it, but you call it girlfriend?”

You were a bit taken aback. Loki and you only recently started dating, but so far it has been amazing. It probably wasn’t a secret that you were madly in love with him, you never were a good secret keeper, or liar. But you were afraid to actually tell him that. The butterflies returned in your stomach and you didn’t have to think about your answer. “Yes you can” instead of the grin you expected you got a sceptic look. “Really?” you were surprised that he was showing his insecurity. He never had acted like this before. You leaned closer and gave him a light kiss on his lips “really” you said while looking in his eyes. That is when the expected grin showed, and Loki pulled you closer to kiss you. You slipped a hand under his shirt, stroking his abs higher to his chest. Loving the way his muscles tensed underneath your touch. Loki got hungrier with his kiss and his hand trailed from you neck down to your lower back. You knew where this was going and couldn’t wait for it.

You put your other hand on his thigh and started to trail upwards. Loki stopped kissing you and looked into your eyes. He was panting slightly and let his forehead lean against yours. “You sure?” he whispered. “Yes” you whispered back. The moment the word left your lips he picked you up, making you squeak in surprise. He laughed at your reaction and walked towards the tent. He gently laid you down on the small bed and crawled on top of you. You were kissing passionately, exploring each other’s bodies with your hands. It didn’t take long for you to take Loki’s shirt off. You moved around so you were on top of him, with your hands on his chest. You felt his heartbeat fast. You sat up right and took of your own shirt and bra. Loki let out a low growl and grabbed your shoulders to put your upper body down. In one smooth motion he flipped you around. Before you had processed what happened he had his tongue circling your nipple and his hand stroking and squeezing your other breast. When you moaned he stopped and start kissing your chest, upwards to your neck and ear. “That is my new favourite sound in the world. I think my new mission is to hear it as much as possible” he whispered to you. That promise gave you goosebumps, making Loki chuckle.

He slowly put your pants and panties down, his eyes never leaving you. There was a primal hunger in his eyes which was making you wetter by the second. Loki pushed your legs slightly apart and started the kiss the inside of our thighs. Your breath hitched and you felt yourself beginning to squirm underneath him. You felt him smile against your skin, guessing he like to make you squirm. He put your thighs against his shoulders and his hand around them, holding your hips. His tongue started to lick your clit. You couldn’t help but keep moaning at the pleasure he was giving you. He was alternating his pace, keeping you on edge. Every time you moaned a little less he would switch his pace. Your hands went to his hair, stroking and tugging while he kept going and going. When you were almost there he pushed two fingers deep inside of you. “That’s it, come for me” he said in a rough voice. You came undone moaning his name loudly. He kept drawing circles on your clit with his tongue, until you begged him to stop.

He stopped and stood up straight next to the bed. You saw a chance that you wouldn’t want to waste. You got up and kneeled before him. When Loki saw you kneeling before him he froze. You stroked the entire length of his cock. Seeing his mouth fell open a little bit. You took the tip of his cock in your mouth, slowly swirling your tongue around it. When you looked up you saw Loki with closed eyes facing towards the ceiling. You slowly took his whole cock in your mouth, setting a slow pace. You almost missed the inaudible moan that Loki made. Spurring you on you started to quicken your pace. Loki started to stroke your hair and moan a few times. He then grabbed your hair and pulled a little. You let his cock slide out of your mouth and looked at him. He offered you a hand and helped you up. He laid you back down on the bed. “That was amazing, but I really want to make you mine” he said. He lined his cock with your entrance and slowly pushed himself inside of you. He felt you up nicely. It didn’t hurt, but you knew that you would definitely feel it in the morning. Loki quickened up his pace, reaching the right spot inside of you. When you started to moan he began to kiss your neck, biting it to leave a light mark. “Loki, I- I-..” you panted. “Yes, oh yes” Loki almost screamed. When your walls clenched around him and you orgasmed he followed quickly. You felt his cum filing you up. He collapsed on top of you.

When he caught his breath, he rolled of off you. He pulled you close, laying with your head on his chest. You both enjoyed laying naked against each other for a while. You followed the way his abs were formed with your fingertips, while he was stroking your back and playing with your hair. “How exactly did the photo fall out?” you asked, finally breaking the pleasant silence. “Don’t know, accident” he replied. “But if you didn’t want him to know, couldn’t you just lie to him. Since you are the God of Lies?” you asked him. You heard his heart rate speed up and he didn’t answer you. You crawled slightly higher and leaned upwards, so you were close to his face. “You want me to meet your brother don’t you?” it didn’t last long, but you swear you could see a slight blush on his cheeks. “Are you going to keep asking questions all night, because I know a far more enjoyable way to spend it” he finally replied. You let the subject go and kissed him. He suddenly stopped and took a deep breath “I did want you to meet him and him to meet you but didn’t know how else to ask” he admitted. You smirked at him “Alright, now how about you show me the enjoyable way to spend the night?” He grinned widely at you “wrong question, darling” he said while going in for a kiss and squeezing your ass.

[skzfairies]

confident queen

time: mama 2019

pairing: yuri + ateez

summary: yuri wants to show everyone a new side of her, and the boys are completely shocked.

warnings: mentions of people bodyshaming yuri

they were currently backstage at mama, and they were preparing for their first ever performance there. they were very excited, this was their first time at such a big event, and they were ready to show everyone who they really were.

they were all getting changed, just coming back from rehearsals and ready to start getting ready for the real thing.

recently, yuri has been a lot of comments concerning her body, and she was tired of it. she was very confident in her body, and she didn’t think any one else should have a say on how she feel. although it was hard to keep that mindset, she worked very hard to brush off every comment that told her she needed to loose weight. she knew she was healthy, and she would be damned if she would let anyone tell her she’s not.

she quickly grabbed her outfit from her stylist, and ran to get changed before any of the boys could see it. normally, she would show them before hand, but she wanted this to be a suprise.

she was going to show off her body at the show, to show all the haters that she did not care about one single word they told her. she was going to show her confidence on stage, and even though she could perfectly do that in any outfit, she thought if she showcased her body tonight that it would be a big slap into the face of haters.

she was wearing a white crop top with rhinestones on it that ended above her rib cage and a pair of white demin shorts. this was paired with white sparkly gloves, and white combat boots, along with a fluffy white jacket. she looked in the mirror, and she loved the outfit so much, she was so excited to wear it on stage, and show it to the boys. she took a deep breath, and opened the door, and walked out. she posed in the middle of the room, and laughed at the boys expressions.

they were speechless, their mouths were open, and their eyes were big, they never saw her in anything that was more revealing than them, which wasn’t very much. hongjoong was the first one that spoke up, “you look amazing yuri!” he began clapping and yuri laughed and bowed, murmuring a soft thank you.

“you do look amazing yuri, gorgeous too. are you sure you want to wear it though, with everything that people were saying?” seonghwa asked, making eye contact with her. yuri chuckled, and nodded her head.

“that’s exactly the reason i want to wear it, i want to show everyone i’m happy with how i look, and that i’m already incredibly sexy. a slap to the face to them, you know?” yuri said, and the boys started clapping. some started yelling “queen”, and “show them”, and yuri laughed and smiled. she was happy the boys were supportive, because she would defiantly need a lot afterwards.

“yuri, i am so incredibly proud of you. thank you for not listening to them.” mingi said and ran up and wrapped an arm around her shoulder, and yuri hugged him back.

“it was hard, but i did it! i cant wait to watch the idol reactions later.” yuri laughed, loving to watch those in her free time.

“when you get on stage, can i scream that your my best friend?” mingi asked.

“mingi, no, you gotta show your abs remember? we can both show skin together, besties do everything together.” yuri commented, making everyone laugh. they we’re definitely being revealing twins today.

yuri was getting her make up done, she was sitting by the wall with san to her right.

“you do look really good, by the way.” san said, looking over when the stylist walked away. yuri laughed, were they all just realizing it now?

“i need to show my body to get compliments? noted.” yuri laughed when san protested.

“i know that’s not what you meant. thanks though. i don’t know if i’ll be able to make it today without freezing to death though.” yuri chuckled, reaching over to the table and wrapping the blanket around her.

“say hi to atiny yuri!” wooyoung screamed, and yuri looked at him through the mirror and waved at the camera through the mirror.

“atiny, did you like my outfit?” yuri asked, winking into the mirror. she could hear wooyoung chuckle and the zoom in noise behind her.

“oh atiny is going to go crazy, i won’t have any atiny biasing me anymore! they are all going to go to you!” wooyoung complained, zooming back out.

“sorry wooyoung, but the sexy position is being handed over to me. maybe next time” yuri giggled, laughing harder when wooyoung screamed.

“atiny, the best time to mess with my members is when i’m getting my makeup and hair done, they can’t touch me then.” yuri chuckled, it was true. they would get in trouble if they tried to get back at her, so she was completely safe.

yuri was currently sitting on the couch now, scrolling through her phone, when she felt someone sink next to her. she looked up, and smiled at hongjoong, who sat next to her.

“yuri, i was thinking about something, only if your okay with it.” hongjoong said, causing yuri to hum.

“i was thinking at the end, you know how normally seonghwa has the ending part?” yuri nodded, not seeing where he was going with this.

“i was thinking that you could do it instead, since you do it earlier in the song too, so we could just flip the timing of those parts. like you take seonghwa’s part at the end, and then he take’s you singing the chrous in return.” hongjoon said, looking over to yuri. it could work, they could just practice it real fast in the room, and it wouldn’t be a big change, since they both stand by each other.

“did you talk to seonghwa oppa about this?” yuri was fine with it, as long as seonghwa was fine with it.

“yeah, he’s fine with it. he really wants you to do it, so do i. i think it would be really iconic if you do the ending part, and it would add a even more thrilling ending you know?” hongjoong said, smiling.

“i’ll do it, we should practice it now.” yuri stood up, and walked over to seonghwa.

“do you want to practice the part change?” yuri smiled, and looked down at seonghwa. giggling when he shot up.

“yes, let’s do it. i’m happy you decide to do it!” yuri laughed and got in position, practice with seonghwa.

“what are you two doing?” yeosang asked, looking at them through the mirror.

“we are switching parts, yuri is having the ending part.” seonghwa said. all of the members gasped, they weren’t aware of this.

“so suddenly?” jongho asked, they only had a few hours until their performance.

“it’s not that big of a change, so it’s no biggie.” yuri said, it really wasn’t. they both already figuried it out.

“should we practice it as a group real fast?” wooyoung asked, looking around. all the members nodded, and did a quick run through of the dance. the staff clapping when all of them were done.

“it’s cool when you do it yuri, you should permanently do that part.” yeosang joked, all of them laughing when seonghwa screamed in protest.

all of them were stretching, getting ready to be called.

“ATEEZ, stand by!” one of the directors yelled, and all of them stood up, making last minute touches and putting on their mics, and heading back stage.

“are you ready to show them that you are a confident queen, yuri?” mingi asked, nudging her and smiling.

“oh, i was born ready, get together guys!” yuri whispered, gathering the boys into the circle.

“leader, would you do the honors?” yuri looked up at hongjoong and smiled.

“1,2, nine makes one team, fighting!” all of them said together, and yuri felt the chills run up her arm. she was ready to give the performance of her life.

[kenmascatears]

Something Healthy

Why’d you only call me when you’re high pt 2

Description: a few months had passed since that night with suna in your car. imagine your suprise when you see him again at a party

Genre: reconciliation

Warnings: alcohol usage, reader is sexually harassed/flirted with (not by suna)

a/n: you guys wanted a redemption part two (2) so here it is! and let me know if i forgot any warnings or tags!

-i’m reuploading this because i got banned last night from main tags and want to see if i’m back on them

word count: 2.5k

Part one

It had been a few months since the last time I was at a party, you thought to yourself. The only difference is that all those previous times I hadn’t set foot inside, while this time I did.

Atsumu had dragged you to this party, hell-bent on getting you out for an evening, going as far as to tell you to loosen up. The last person who had told you that was Suna. While the comment hadn’t stung coming from Atsumu, it had dug up some deep-rooted thoughts about the fox-eyed boy.

It had been a few months since you stopped picking up Suna’s calls, stopped obeying his every wish, and in that time you had learned a lot about yourself. What it was like to exist solely for your own enjoyment, what it was like to not worry about another person 24/7.

While Suna did cross your mind every so often, the thoughts of him soon began to hold far less baggage.

Not as many, ‘I hope he’s okay’, ‘I wonder who’s he’s with’ ‘I wonder what he’s doing’ were in the forefront of your brain, consuming your every thought.

The second way that Atsumu had convinced you to go to the party was with the promise that Suna wasn’t coming.

Atsumu had been your emotional support throughout everything. even though he was Suna’s friend, the two of you shared a close friendship and he had often encouraged you to become your own person, knowing that you were still hung up over Suna since childhood.

Suna’s lack of attendance had piqued your interest. After all, he was a regular face at parties, but when you had asked Atsumu, he shrugged, replying with a simple “dunno, he won’t tell me why.”

The absence of Suna was what had convinced you to come.

Maybe now I could get the chance to party, you had thought, unhaunted by the ghosts of my (recent) past.

As it turned out, the ghost was very much present at the party.

Weaving through the crowd on the makeshift dance floor, drink held above your head, you caught sight of him walking through the door. Spotting some people on the dance floor, he grinned, moving towards them to greet them.

He seemed in his element, you mused, socializing, and at a party. But why is he here? Atsumu told me he hadn’t been to a party in months.

Leaving the room before he could spot you, you went to find Atsumu for answers.

Throughout the night you made it your mission to avoid Suna, slipping out of rooms when he entered, lurking in corners, all in a futile attempt to stay out of his sight. You knew it was pointless and childish, there was only so much space in the crowded house, and the two of you would eventually catch sight of one another. But, you wanted to hold out for as long as possible. Atsumu had helped you avoid him, not knowing why Suna was there either, by engaging in conversation with him, but he had eventually left the party with a girl, therefore leaving you on your own.

Slipping into the kitchen after a particularly close incident in the living room, you decided to get yourself another drink. You had been pacing yourself throughout the evening, having driven yourself to the party, and while you were nowhere near inebriated, having only had a couple of beers, you decided that this one would be your last.

As you searched the counter for an unopened bottle, a group of boys you didn’t recognize walked in. Ignoring them, you continued searching but one of them, a snakey looking boy, made a beeline towards you.

“I’ve never seen you around here,” he said flirtily, leaning against the counter as you picked out a beer, “I’m Daisho. And you are?”

You ignored him in favor of preparing your drink. Atsumu had told you about Daisho, how he was a creep and liked to leer on girls during parties. “If he ever approaches you, come and find me,” he had said firmly.

But Atsumu wasn’t here now.

His voice cut through the air again. “Hey! Are you going to answer me?”

Turning to him, drink in hand, you stared hard, “No, I’m not.”

“Come on, why not?” he wheedled.

“I’m not interested in making conversation with strangers I don’t know.”

Grinning slyly, Daisho moved towards you, placing a hand on your waist. “But we could get to know each other better.”

You instantly understood the implications of what he was trying to say and tried to wiggle out of his grasp, but he was too strong, fingers digging into your skin. You hadn’t come to the party tonight as an attempt to get laid and you just wanted Daisho gone. After some bad experiences with boys in high school and your first year of college, you had avoided parties. Being back at one came with a new set of self-made rules, and one of them was to avoid strange males at all costs. If you wanted a one night stand, you would seek one out yourself. But Daisho was making this rule very hard.

As you stared over his shoulder with panicked, pleading eyes, you hoped the boys Daisho was with would help you, would tell him to cut it out. But the boys turned away and left the kitchen, heading back into the living room.

Why is no one coming, you thought to yourself. You were stuck, back against the counter, while Daisho caged you in, staring you down. There was nowhere to go.

As his face moved closer to yours, hot breath fanning against your face, smelling pungently like cheap liquor, you heard a tiny voice saying “please don’t.”

That tiny voice was you.

Daisho stopped and before he could reply, a stronger, louder, voice rang out.

You knew that voice. You had known that voice since childhood. The last time you heard that voice was earlier tonight when you were avoiding it and the memories that were brought back by it.

“Daisho get away from her.”

Daisho turned, and while he was distracted, you pushed him away, running to the voice that aided you.

Suna stepped in front of you, acting as a barrier to the predatory, drunken force that was Daisho.

“What the fuck man, I was about to get some.” Daisho’s spoke.

“Yeah, you were going to get some from a girl who didn’t want to be around you. You were preying on ______, you asshole. Leave before I make Aran kick you out.”

As Daisho left the kitchen, Suna turned to you, face twisted up in anger.

“Are you okay?” he asked, voice softer than it was with Daisho.

You could only stare up at him. The last time you had talked to him was the last time you picked him up, the night he admitted he was using you because he knew you would always be there because he knew you loved him. And now, standing face to face with him, you were filled with the remembrance of that night, which you tried so hard to repress and move on from.

You didn’t notice you were zoned out until Suna called your name again, hands gripping your shoulders.

“______, are you okay? You’re shaking.”

You were shaking, you realized, but you didn’t know if it was from the encounter or if it was from being so close to Suna again.

“Y-yeah I’m fine.” You managed you get out. “Thank you for walking in when you did.”

“I can’t leave a girl helpless, especially when it involves Daisho.” He paused, almost as if he was contemplating his next sentence. “You’re still shaking, are you really sure you’re okay?”

“Yeah I probably just need some food or something, I haven’t eaten since like 3.”

A pregnant pause filled the air before Suna spoke carefully, almost as if he was treading lightly around you. “Would you maybe want to get some food?”

That question found you in a fast food place 45 minutes later, both of you chowing down on your respective meals, the air thick with the tension of unspoken words. On the drive over, neither one of you had spoken, opting to let the radio fill the awkward silence that filled the car, a silence that was full of unsaid thoughts.  

Suna was right, you did need food, not just because of the alarming lack of food in your system, but also because of the incident that had occurred. Food was grounding and with each bite you took, you felt strength return to your body, both mentally and physically.

As you grabbed the ketchup bottle, Suna cleared his throat. “So,” he hesitantly asked, “How have you been?”

“I’ve been good, just been up to the usual of school and work. How have you been?”

“I’ve been good.”

Silence filled the air again. It was unbearable to you, and with the thoughts swirling around in your brain, you decided to ask the question that you had been wondering for the past few months. But before you could, Suna spoke.

“Why did you stop picking up my calls ______?”

You froze. You hadn’t been expecting him to ask, but it did make sense that he would wonder, why you, the person he relied on and had used for his personal gain ever since high school would suddenly cut off all contact.

You suppose he deserved some honesty.

Absentmindedly picking at the bun of your burger, you spoke. “When you told me that you knew I’d do anything for you, it made me realize that I wasn’t gaining anything from our arrangement. Over the years I kept thinking that I would gain your love or attention again, that things would be the same way that they were when we were kids. But they never did, and the realization that you wouldn’t want me the way I wanted you made me learn that what we had wasn’t healthy. I gave and gave and you never returned the sentiment. Atsumu told me you don’t go to parties anymore. Why is that?”

When you finished speaking, you looked up at Suna, only to find him with his head hung.

Voice riddled with regret and shame, he spoke. “I-I knew I was using you at some level but I didn’t really realize the impact it had on you until you stopped answering my calls and Atsumu told me why. I just assumed you didn’t mind. I knew you would do anything for me,” he chuckled lowly. “Hell, you did everything for me as kids so I wasn’t surprised that you continued to as we grew up. I just didn’t fully grasp that you began doing it because you wanted to be loved by me. I just took advantage of what you gave in order to benefit myself.”

Taking a sip of his soda, he continued, “As for the parties part, when you stopped calling, I realized you were the only one I trusted with my safety. Every time I got in the car with someone else I felt unsafe but when I was being driven by you, I felt safe. I like having fun at parties and getting high, but I don’t like the amplified feelings of vulnerability and feeling like I’m in a dangerous situation. So I stopped going. Tonight I went again because I felt like I could try to go to a party without getting high. With all this self-reflection I’ve been doing these past few months, I figured I could try out some reliance on myself and not get high. I really hope we can fix things ______.”

You stared at Suna. That was a lot of information to process and you honestly didn’t know how to react. You were going to have to call Atsumu later and yell at him for sharing confidential information but..it did help Suna in some way.

Taking a deep breath you spoke,

“I don’t think things can go back to the way they were before Suna. I mean, you used me and you were aware you used me. I can’t forgive you for that.”

Suna’s face dropped, almost as if he hadn’t expected you to say that, to reject his appeal

You pressed on, “But, I think that we can start from the beginning and work our way up to something new. Something healthy.”

Suna looked relieved at that. “Thank you. I realized that you did mean a lot to me once you dropped all contact with me, and I want to make it up to you.”

As you drove Suna home after that discussion, the atmosphere felt a lot less tense, and the weight on your shoulders felt freed. For the first time in the past few months, you felt carefree.

Suna and you didn’t have much to say to one another after the talk in the diner, opting to eat and pay for your meals, but it was nice, knowing the two of you had worked out everything. There was still a lot of progress to be made, but your friendship was being rebuilt and apologies were being made and that was what mattered to you.

As you pulled up in front of Suna’s apartment, in the same spot you had pulled up in a few months prior, you turned to him, to find him already facing you.

“______, I want to apologize for what happened here last time. I know I pressured you, and I’m sorry about that.”

Suna looked so serious, brow furrowed and mouth set in a straight line.

“It’s alright Suna,” you gently said, “Really, I made my peace with most of it.”

Suna’s brow quirked. He clearly didn’t believe you and you weren’t going to fight him on it. Not tonight. “Alright,” he said, “I’ll circle back to that sometime later.” Leaning over the center console, he gathered you in a hug. “Goodnight ______,”

You squeaked in surprise before hugging him back. This hadn’t happened in ages, a hug from Suna, and while you were shocked, you were also glad he was trying his hardest to repair a shattered friendship.

“Goodnight Suna, sleep well.”

Releasing you from the hug, he opened the door and stepped out of the car, walking towards the door.

You watched him, and right before he entered the building, he turned and gave you a wave.

That was new.

As you drove home, a path you had memorized over the years you thought to yourself.

The last time you had taken this route, you had been coming to realizations about your friendship, or lack thereof, with Suna as well as the mistreatment he put you through. Now, you were coming to new realizations. maybe you and Suna could make something new. A new friendship. It wouldn’t be the same, but it could be something better, something beneficial for both of you. Something healthy. It would be a lot of work, but knowing that this could be rebuilt made you happy.

[silwenworld]

Fic: A Truth for a Truth. A study in Confusion

Title: A Truth for a Truth. A Study in Confusion Rating: T Word Count: 12 474 Summary:  Mr Gold returns to Storybroke after a one-year absence with a kid's backpack swung over his shoulder. Has he kidnapped someone? Made a deal with the child parents and holding the kid as a ransom? After all the stories Belle has heard about her landlord, she hopes it's not the case. AN: Suprise and Merry RCIJ @boushh2187! I really enjoyed being your Santa this year and our talks! I must admit I was a little nervous as this was my first time participating, but it was a lot of fun, getting to know you and all! :D Hope you’ll enjoy your gift :) https://archiveofourown.org/works/25505929/chapters/61878064 ----------- Belle French had never liked crowds - That was the first thing she had always said to everybody when asked about her choices. Why move to a small town and not a big city, like New York? Too many people were always the right answer. Of course, in that crowd, one could have easily become anonymous, a status almost impossible to achieve in Storybrooke. She realized, as she began to unpack her second box of things, that she missed that feeling very much so. It had been two days since she had arrived in Storybrook, a small town in Maine that she hoped to be her new home soon. Two days and there already had been curious glances thrown in her way. It wasn't like she didn't expect them - on the contrary, it was only normal as towns like this hardly ever got new residents. Why on Earth would anyone in their right mind want to move here? To a place where time almost stood still? Well, she didn't have the correct answer to that, not yet anyway, but as soon as she crossed the town line she had known, it had been exactly where she was supposed to be.

That had been two days ago. Now, Belle wasn't so sure anymore. Those people she had met so far had been kind and friendly, but it hadn't stopped her from worrying. Belle had never been good at those people stuff, preferring sitting on her own with a book than partying or gossiping. Others had found her strange, but she had never felt like that herself.

Bookworm - they had called her. Well, they had meant it as an insult, but she had never seen it as such. She still needed to work on her confidence tho.

Belle sighed as she looked around her new flat. It was small, but it already felt like home. She was yet to meet her landlord as his coworker, Mr Dove, was the one who signed the lease agreement with her.

"Mr Gold is away on business, he will contact you as soon as would be able to," he had said.

Well, it didn't stop her from asking shyly around. 

The first thing she had learnt was that people had a very firm opinion on Mr Gold. One she didn't know what to think of herself. The image the others had painted had her question her decision whenever renting a flat from the man was the right choice. Not that she had so many other options to choose from, he seemed to own almost the whole town.

A Ruthless Beast some had called him.

A Right Manipulative Bastard said the others.

And those were just the nicer ones. 

Belle had already felt anxious at just the thought of meeting the man. He sounded like someone who would probably want to know every personal information she had, and that didn't sit well with her at all.  She didn't like sharing her personal matters with others. With the experience, she had one answer lead to more questions, and before you could know it, everyone knew everything about you.

No. Belle was perfectly comfortable in her own inner world. It was a lot safer that way.

But the days had gone by, and there was no sight of one Mr Gold. The sign on the doors of his shop was still flipped to closed, and Mr Dove was the one to collect the rent. Ruby Lucas had a theory that the man had some gangster connections and disappeared to strike some shady deal.

"If we're lucky maybe he won't be back," she said one day, leaning against the table, throwing the kitchen towel over her arm.

"Is he really that bad?" Belle asked shyly waiting for the answer with strongly beating heart.

Ruby Lucas looked around then leaned conspiratorially towards Belle with a glint in her eye.

"The worst."

"Ruby! Stop maltreating the poor woman and go back to work!" It took all of Belle's willpower not to jump startled at Granny's loud shout. Ruby didn't seem too fazed tho, and she just smiled mischievously.

"Gotta dash!"

And so the days had gone by.  Each month Belle opened the door to see Mr Dove patiently waiting for the envelope containing her rent. And when the calendar on her wall told her one day that it had been half a year since her arrival to the small town, she began to worry. What if something really happened to the man? But Mr Dove would surely have told her if that was the case, wouldn't he? Looking at the clock, she realized that for someone who so good at interacting with others, she was thinking about the man she had never met quite a lot recently.

Those thoughts were persistent. They would sneak up on her without warning during her break at work in the library or while making coffee in the morning. There were also days when Mr Gold whereabouts didn't worry her mind at all. People moved on with their lives, and almost no one was discussing their landlord's sudden prolonged absence.

In all her wildest dreams, Belle couldn't have predicted how her eventual meeting with her landlord would go. And to be honest none of Storybrooke residents would have thought that the first time Mr Gold would have been spotted in town in a year would be with a child's backpack swung over his shoulder.

And so the gossip mill in Storybrooke had started. Belle tried not to take part in it. It wasn't like people like to chat with her, she was too closed in for most of them to engage with any sort of meaningful conversations, and it wasn't like she minded that or something. Still, she would be lying if she had said that she wasn't even slightly interested in the sudden change in the town's atmosphere. Funny, how things have changed for her in a year since moving here herself.

There was also one place one could hear the latest gossip - it didn't matter if they wanted to or not. Granny's Dinner for better or worst was the place Belle had her work break, and Ruby Lucas was even more willing to spill some beans without being prompt to do so.  

"Maybe he had kidnapped someone," she said without missing a beat, making Belle almost choke on her coffee.

"Who? A child?"

The woman just shrugged her shoulders as if it wasn't a big deal.

"I wouldn't put it passed him, the man's shady."

"Surely not shady enough to kidnap a child."

"Maybe it's a ransom? Or insurance? Oh! I know!" She shifted slightly to get even more close to Belle. "Maybe, the kid's mother sold them in a deal!"

"Are you sure I was the one who has read more books at the Uni? Because I have doubts."

"You're saying that now, but you will hear my words when you meat the man! He has always given me the creeps." She shuddered theatrically, and Belle couldn't help herself and softly giggled.

"Well, some of your boyfriends had given me creeps, and I've never complained."

"Iw, Belle! You implied Gold as your boyfriend, and now I want to gauge my eyes at the mental image."

Belle looked pointedly at the other woman knowing exactly what she was playing at. It had always been like that, since the day they had been pared as roommates at the Uni. Ruby was probably the only person in the world who had known almost everything about her. Belle had always been more closed in, but it didn't stop Ruby from putting up with her. Not even up to the point of convincing her to move into Storybrooke.

"Is he bad looking then?" She asked after taking a sip of her iced tea.

"Well, I wouldn't say so, but you know - it's Gold."

"I'm still lost."

"Put it this way," Ruby pulled her hand up, counting her fingers. "He wears nothing but three-piece suits with double cuff shirts and a cane - fits him right, but who dresses like that all the time? Granny would probably have a stroke if she saw him in jeans. Anyway, that's one. Two - he drives a vintage Caddy. Three - he owns most of the town and most people, including the mayor, hates his guts. Four - he's got some suspicious blokes working for him. You've met Dove, but there are more. Five - he's a dick. If that doesn't scream mafia or other shit like that, I don't know what does." Ruby sat back very satisfied with the points she had made, looking expectingly at Belle.

"Couldn't it be his nephew or a son? When was the last time you saw him?"

"I dunno. Seven? Eight years ago? Haven't been in town that much, but believe me he did not have a kid back then, I would have noticed, others as well. You need a second party for that to work and he sure as hell wasn't banging anyone in town."

"If you finished your charming summaries of other people's affairs, miss Lucas, would you kindly go back to what you get paid for by your grandmother or should I go back later when you finished your entertainment?"

Ruby visibly blanched, and Belle couldn't help herself this time around - she did jump startled at the low, accented voice as she wasn't expecting anyone other than her friend to speak. She didn't need to hear Ruby's hurried reply as she scrambled to her feet to know who was standing next to her.

Mr R. Gold.

He wasn't a tall man, that much she could tell even tho she was seated. He would still be taller than her, despite her wearing heels, but it wasn't something hard to achieve. From all the tales going around the town about the man, she would expect someone tall and heavily built, instead who she saw was a shortish, lean man. There was an aura around him tho, and in an instant, Belle understood why people were wary of him.

The aura that screamed power.  He didn't need to be tall for others to know who was calling the shots and not to be messed with.

A frown marred his brow, his lips pursed in a thin line as he leaned on his distinguished cane, shotting daggers at Ruby as he listened to her babbled apologies. Belle tried not to stare, but a thought very quickly crossed her mind that Ruby had been wrong - he didn't look old at all. His hair still brown had strands of silver woven in them, but it strangely suited him as did their unusual length as it reached his shoulders in soft waves.

"Mr Gold, I didn't see you come in," said Ruby, trying to smoothen down her short uniform skirt.

"I could tell," he shot back not even trying to sound friendly.

"What can I get you then?" Asked Ruby trying to sound calm, but failing.

"Two burgers one with extra pickles the other with extra cheese."

"Have a guest staying?" If Ruby tried to be subtle then in Belle opinion she was failing spectacularly. It was tough not to cringe. Gold's mouth twisted, clearly annoyed.

"No, a prisoner in need of rations, before I sell him to some drug lord or human traffic ring. Now, would you mind?"

Ruby visibly gulped, but Belle had to try really hard not to smile. The man had a very dry sense of humour. She could tell he was joking and wondered how others couldn't see the difference.

"Would that be all, Mr Gold?"

"Quite."

Belle watched as her friend all but fled to the kitchen, leaving her alone with her landlord. Her palms felt suddenly sweaty as she could feel his gaze boring into her. What one said to a man who you didn't know yet, whose life you were chattering about only a moment ago and who had heard you doing so?

The silence felt heavy, and with each beat of her heart, it was becoming less bearable.

"I'm quite good with faces," oh thank God, thought Belle, although her relief was shortlived, he was the one to speak first. "But I must say I haven't seen yours, Miss...?"

"French," she replied hurriedly shifting in her seat to look up at Mr Gold.     "it's Belle French. I'm, well, I'm actually one of your new tenants...?"

She didn't intend for it to sound like a question, but Gold's gaze was so intense it brought back all those memories when others looked down on her that her body did what it did involuntarily. At least her cheeks didn't burn. Not yet, anyway.

He was assessing her now, but she managed to keep still and not to fidget in her seat. She couldn't read his expression, but she hoped he wasn't weighing his options whenever to evict her or not. After what felt like forever, he nodded once.

"The apartment above the library?"

"Yes."

Another nod.

"I hope you find it satisfactory both the flat and the librarian post? It's quite late for the landlord to ask questions like that, but I like to think Mr Dove would tell me if something was wrong."

"Oh, no! It's perfect, it really is. More than perfect, even!"

Still having a roof over her head then, better to keep it that way and not offend the man, so it didn't matter she sounded stupid.

Gold's mouth twitched just so slightly at her sudden reply, but then his expression was back to neutral as he turned to check if his order was ready.

"Um, Mr Gold?" He looked back at her. "Would you care to sit down? There's no point in you waiting like that." It surely wasn't good for his leg.

He seemed to be weighing his options, but seeing that Ruby was nowhere yet in sight, he relented and limped around her booth to sit across from her.

Belle busied her hands with the half-empty glass of ice tea, trying very hard not to glance the man's way.  At first glance, he looked calm, but his fingers fidgeted with the handle of his cane in a way that told Belle he wasn't as comfortable as he would like to seem.

She squeezed the glass very hard, forcing herself to focus and took a deep breath.

"I'm sorry," she finally said. Gold turned his head towards her, raising his eyebrow in puzzlement.

"Whatever for, miss French?"

"Um, for earlier? We shouldn't talk about you like that. It wasn't any of our business. Ruby was out of line."

There it was again - that soft twitch of the man's lips, and suddenly Belle thought how Gold would look like while fully smiling. She didn't know where the thought had come from.

"Miss Lucas might have been away from the town for some years, but I can't say her absence improved on her character."

"Nevertheless it was uncalled for."

He tilted his head slightly to the side as if amused.

"Well, you must have heard a lot of things about my person. If you haven't found out already, people in this town are hardly shy about their attitude."

"Having been on the receiving end of the people's tongues before, I somehow have a feeling their opinion to be greatly exaggerated," she admitted, too late realizing that she had revealed more about herself to this man that she had to any other person in a year.

"You may find that there is more truth in rumours than you think."

"Oh, so you do kidnap infants in their sleep and deal in firstborns?" Her eyes winded, and she almost clapped her hands over her mouth in horror as the realization of what she had said had struck her. Her heart was beating wildly in her chest.

Belle couldn't remember when was the last time she had been forward like that, probably never, but something about this man was pushing this side of her to the surface. She watched him in trepidation fearing his reaction and waiting for a frown to appear on his face.

Nothing like that had happened.

Instead, Gold grinned broadly, the light catching in what appeared to be a gold tooth on the left side of his mouth.

He was amused, and Belle had to try really hard not to let her eyes to bulge even more.

"Be careful, miss French. People might get ideas. Some would say that teasing the beast might not end well."

"Then I will remember that when I see one."

The broad grin transformed into a soft smile, and he dipped his head slightly in acknowledgement.  As quickly as the expression had come, it disappeared as Ruby excited the kitchen with Gold's order packed to go. He was back to frowning, and Belle felt a sudden pang in her chest at the change. Gold tightened the grip on his cane and stood up. It struck her that throughout their short conversation, his fidgeting had stopped and he had looked almost relaxed. Weird, how quickly he could snap back into the cold exterior he was presenting now while facing Ruby.

"Your order Mr Gold. Granny's sends her regards," Gold didn't look amused or glad at the notion. He pulled out the bill and passed it on to Ruby, taking the bag in exchange.

"As much as your grandmother would love that, I won't choke on it. Good day, miss Lucas. Miss French," he nodded once in Belle's direction and without waiting for a response swiftly left the restaurant. For a man with a limp, he walked very quickly.

The bell above the door jingled, and once again two women were left alone, Ruby's shoulders sagged in relief.

"How did I miss him coming in? He walks with a cane - how could I not hear him?" She muttered under her breath. Just as quickly, she straightened up and turned around to look intensively at Belle. A crease appeared on her forehead as she frowned, and Belle had to look around to make sure there was nothing out of the ordinary anywhere near her. Finding nothing, she looked back at her friend, confused.

"What?"

"You flirted with him."

"I did not!" She all but yelled back offended at the accusation, feeling her cheeks heat at the same time.

"Yes, you did!"

"No, I didn't!"

"Yes -"

"Ruby!"

"Oh, please, you so flirted with the man."

"I don't even know how to flirt!"

Ruby sighed and leaned on the table, looking expectingly at Belle.

"That thing you did? The I-will-remember-when-I-see-one line? That was flirting."

"That was a conversation, Rubs."

"Well, I had both and trust me on the judgment." Ruby looked all too pleased with herself and Belle didn't know what more to say. Was she really doing that? "He flirted back."

"What?"

"I said, he flirted back," she repeated pointedly.

"He was being polite."

"Yes, exactly. It's Gold we're talking about. And he smiled at you - he never does that, thus flirting."

"You're jumping - wait. Did you watch us?"

"Maybe..." she smiled sheepishly. "I didn't want to intrude. Look, do you like him?"

"Ruby, I just met the man."

"So? Me just meeting Shawn didn't stop me from sleeping with him."

Belle groaned into her hands, then rested her forehead on the table, feeling the heat rising in her cheeks.

"Hey, it's OK," suddenly Ruby was seated beside her bumping her on the shoulder. "I know you're not like that and it's fine too."

"I've never even kissed a guy before, not starting on sleeping with him." The table muffled her voice as she still didn't raise her head. That was another reason she decided to move away. There were talks at Uni about her. While pretty much everyone she had known had had at least one past relationship, she had none. She didn't know why, but it was how it was, and she couldn't help it. So yeah, the chances the guy she had just met was in some way interested in her were close to none.

"Belle? Come on chin up. There you are," Ruby smiled as Belle finally lifted her head and looked her in the eye. "I wasn't kidding, you know? I really think he liked you." Belle winced still not convinced, and Ruby tilted her head to the side. "Do you fancy him?"

Belle bit down on her lower lip, casting her eyes down. Was she?

"From all the talks I've heard over the year, he wasn't what I expected," she started slowly. She might have known Ruby for over close to six years now, but it didn't mean opening-up to her had become any easier. "He has a funny sense of humour - what?" Ruby was looking at her as if she had grown two heads.

"No, nothing. It's just, it's still Gold we're talking about, right? Ok, Ok, stop looking at me like that! I guess sarcasm can be counted as a sense of humour."

"I don't know what I feel, Rubs. At first, I was horrified he had heard us gossiping about him, but then he smiled, and he really does have a nice looking smile... And - stop grinning like that!"

"Can't help it, girl. I'm just happy that someone has finally caught my bestie's eye. Not sold on the choice, but it won't be me banging him."

"Can we stop with the innuendo, please?"

"You haven't been to his shop. He's got all weird things there - "

"You're not helping. It's not going to happen."

"I am willing to take one for the team and ask him out for you."

"Please don't. I would have died from embarrassment if he said no, besides I don't know I would."

"Listen to Aunt Ruby, Belle. My nose is hardly wrong. Just you wait."

Somehow, deep down, Belle knew Ruby was right because all she needed was a memory how Mr Gold had reacted to her words to know she was in deep. She had wanted to see more of those soft smiles and wondered how his laugh sounded. Did he use to laugh? Did the child he had brought a burger for had heard him laugh like no other?

Belle groaned and banged her head on the table. She was in trouble.

******

Mr Ronald Gold felt confused, and he wasn't sure why. To add to that, he wasn't used to feeling that way. All because of a small, and at first glance, unimportant woman.

Belle French.

He didn't know what had come over him. He had never spoken to anyone in a way he had with her before. He had been all too ready to snap at her in the same way he had at miss Lucas, but something had stopped him. Maybe it had been the fact that he had seen her suppressing a smile at his comments about keeping someone prisoner, perhaps something different. He even had abandoned the idea of snaping at the woman altogether and started what he had aimed to be a normal, polite conversation. But then she has surprised him with her bold retorts, and what had been even more amusing, she had seemed to be even more surprised by her words than him.  He had not only joked with her, no. He had smiled at her. A genuine, even if small, but still  - a smile. She had taken him by surprise, and he was yet to shake that confused feeling she had awaken in him.

"Are you OK, papa?" he looked up from the food he had bearly touched across the table at the source of the childish voice.

Oh, yes. The reason for his yearly absence, and also the topic of the latest Storybrooke's rumour mill much to Gold's dismay. His ten-year-old son who was looking at him with concern while still holding onto the remains of the hamburger.

"Yes, why shouldn't I be?"

The boy shrugged.

"You looked weird, that's all."

Gold sighed. Weird was one way to put it. He was about to run a hand through his hair in frustration but stopped mind motion as he saw the look on his boy's face.

"Neal?" The kid had bowed his head, leaving the hamburger on the plate suddenly forgotten. Gold stood up and limped to kneel next to the boy. "What is it? You can tell me. I promise I won't yell or anything." Neal mumbled something bearly audible. "Come again?"

"You won't hand me over, right?"

"Of course I won't," he answered, not missing a beat, he wanted to scream the words out but thought better of it. Instead, he frowned in confusion. It seemed he was better got used to the feeling. "Whatever gave you such an idea?"

Neal shrugged again still not looking at him.

"You were frowning and looked weird. I thought... I thought that maybe you had second thoughts, maybe - "

"Neal, look at me, son. That's right. I will never give up on you, ok? You're not getting back to your mother, and nothing and no one will make me change my mind. And if someone comes after you? He will have to get through me first. Now, come here."

His boy didn't need more prompting, and he all but threw himself in Gold's arms. Gold held him close as he manoeuvred the both of them into a sitting position on the floor that was less murderous for his ankle. He gently ran his fingers through the curly mop of hair, waiting for the sniffing to lessen a little.

"I know, I haven't been around - "

"Wasn't your fault, I know. It was mum's."

Gold bit down on the inside of his cheek to stop himself from saying what exactly he thought about his ex-wife. Some language his son was better not to hear. It didn't change the fact that she was the reason why the boy was as insecure as he was. Instead of speaking, he tightened his arms around Neal.

"I won't let you go now. That's what matters."

"Sorry for being silly."

"You weren't. It's fine, and I don't mind the hugging."

Neal giggled then wiped his nose with his sleeve after unwrapping his small hands from around Gold's torso.

"Wait till I tell that to the others," he said while grinning and Gold poked him playfully on the chest.

"Others are not you. Besides, they wouldn't believe it anyway."

Neal laughed, and Gold counted that as a victory. He watched his son closely for the remaining hours of the day for any sights of changes in his mood, but everything went fine. They managed to work on his math homework, and when the clock had struck eight, he tucked the boy to sleep.

Gold sat down in the armchair in the living room nursing a glass of whiskey, thinking. Soon he would have to enlist Neal to a school. He knew the boy needed it, but dreaded the day anyway. It would be a lot easier for the boy if he didn't have his surname. Also, Neal was still adjusting.

Gold winced, then emptied the whole glass in one go. Damn Millah for taking his son away from him. Damn her for running away with him not from love but out of spite. And damn the court for being so lazy about the whole case.

He ran a hand over his face, suddenly weary. He wondered what else he could do for Neal to make him feel better, and the change in his life easier. Getting a pet was out of the question, at least for now. What else... He sat up straighter.

Belle French was the librarian. Neal had enjoyed being read to when little, hadn't he? Maybe Gold would visit the library and got some books for him. The additional benefit of seeing Miss French again had nothing to do with it, of course. He had bearly known anything about the woman, he had an inkling that few people did, but the idea of seeing her caused that weird feeling of confusion to bloom inside of him again. He didn't know what it was, but the sooner he found out, the sooner he would be able to move back to normal. Neal needed normal.

That settled it. He would visit the library tomorrow, get his son some books and deal with the confusion that was Belle French. With that in mind, Gold stood up and limped towards the stair. What could go wrong?

********

It turned out that nothing ever could have run as smoothly as you could plan it, and Gold was soon about to find this out.

He left his home promptly first thing in the morning with the sole purpose of going straight for the library and conducting his business. Neal accompanied him very eager to be out of the house even for the change of the scenery that was Gold's shop where the boy was supposed to spend his day. The boy looked curiously over the window as they drove past the streets. Gold drummed his fingers on the steering wheel in unease with only one thought repeating itself in his mind. The sooner he could get this over with the better.

The confusion he had felt the day before lingered.

He had slept poorly all the while thinking if Belle French also had the same problems. Stupid. Why would she?

So his mood was foul since even the morning coffee couldn't have done the trick, and he slightly wished for someone to get in his way just for the sole purpose of having his way with them.

His mood didn't improve upon arriving at the library's door as he had found them closed. Gold frowned and checked the time on his watch. There was no mistake that it was past the opening time - only a couple of minutes, but still. He tapped his cane on the pavement in annoyance then turned his back to the door in the intension of crossing the street to his shop where Neal was keeping himself busy.

He made it exactly four steps down the pavement.

Later on, he would probably blame it on the lack of sleep and the fact he was too wrapped in the fact that the first person who would be unfortunate enough to encounter him later that day would be the one to face the full stock of his displeasure to notice someone else coming his way. Someone who clearly wasn't paying attention to where they were going as much as he wasn't. And yeah, at one point in time, they would be both laughing about it, but right now no one felt this way.

Two things had happened.

One: Someone walked into Gold with full force, almost knocking him down, making him react like on reflex as his hand darted forward towards the other person, preventing them from falling as well.

Two: Something wet and hot splattered over his chest, burning him through his clothes.

Gold didn't know who had yelped. Maybe he (unlikely) or the one who had dared to walk into him (more probable). The yep had been definitely woman's, and he was about to show her how displeased he was when he got the first good look at who exactly had walked into him, and spilt, what he assumed had been, a hot coffee all over his front.

Belle French.

Of all the people...

Her face was the perfect picture of a mix between horror, embarrassment and something else eternally that he wasn't able to name. From her eyes opened wide to her open mouth, she looked as if she wanted to both run away from him and hide right here and there.

The empty paper cup rolled away from them towards the middle of the street.

He was still holding her by the wrist.

Belle's mouth moved silently in shock a couple of times before she snapped into action.

"Oh, my God! I'm sorry! I'm so, so sorry!" She was on him in an instant. Unsure and hesitant, but determined at the same time. She freed her hand from his and opened her bag, looking for something in it.

She was mumbling apologies, and all he could do was stand stiffly still. He was about to say something, wasn't he? He was annoyed. Yes, that was it. He was supposed to show her just why people were so wary of him and why no one ever dared to spill coffee on him.

Yes, he would do just that. He had even opened his mouth ready to show her a piece of his mind, but then she produced a handkerchief and started to pat his chest with it.

All he was able to do was to open and close his mouth like a fish.

And just like that. The confusion he had felt before, and up to this moment, decided to be dormant, was back in full force. That weird feeling starting deep inside his chest, spreading outwards that had nothing to do with the hot liquid still seeping through his clothes.

"I- I can't believe I did that. I'm so sorry."

Belle really didn't mean any of it to happen. Her coffee machine had broken, and she had decided to pop to Granny's for a cuppa and be back before the opening, but there had been a lot more people there than usual as Granny herself seemed to be out, living Ruby alone at the Dinner, and she had found herself running late.

How could she had such bad timing concerning one man was beyond her comprehension. First the gossiping now this. Oh, she was so, so screwed.

Belle was about to let out another stream of apologies when he noticed Gold wincing after her last touch, and she was even more mortified. Had the coffee burned him?

She looked around the street and not noticing anybody she caught him by the arm and spun him around in the direction of the library.

"I'm so sorry, Mr. Gold. Really, I am."

"Miss French - "

"The coffee could have burned you. It did, didn't it?"

"It's fine. No harms done."

"I beg to differ. Would you, Um. Would you come with me, please?"

He was about to decline yet again, but the agitated look on her face had stopped him. What was wrong with him? Firstly he didn't bare her (which was his intention, the words just hadn't left his mouth), then this.

"As you wish."

Belle sighed in relief, then all but pushed the man into the library, closing the doors behind them. She was late, to begin with. People could wait. She ushered Mr. Gold to the small bathroom that was behind her desk after he claimed it was fine and they needn't go to her flat while she was mumbling apologies.

As soon as he disappeared behind the doors, she buried her face in her hands, sinking into a chair. God, she was so useless. How can one person mess up so much in a matter of two days? Well, at least one thing was certain. Any chances she might have with the man were done for.

"Miss French?"

She jumped startled and was on her feet, immediately facing the bathroom door. She stopped in her tracks almost at once. Mr. Gold stood just behind her, wearing only his dark red shirt. With the first two buttons undone, and missing the tie, he looked almost like a different man. She had met him only twice now, but by the way, the was standing awkwardly, not meeting her eyes she could tell looking like this was almost equal to being undressed. She blushed fiercely at the thought and tried to mask it by coughing.

Great, Belle. Let's make it more awkward than it already is, why don't you.

"Please tell me the coffee didn't burn you." 

The corner of his lips twitched just so slightly.

Now he probably thinks me stupid.

"The layers of clothing have many advantages it seems," he answered, and Belle's eyes moved to his jacket and waistcoat that he draped over his arm. She nodded.

"I'll get it cleaned for you."

His head snapped towards her, his brow furrowed.

"There's no need - "

"Mr. Gold," she interrupted, aiming for a firm tone. "I ruined it so at least let me make up for it." He was hesitating she could tell. "Please?"

He looked at her closely as if assessing if she had some ulterior motive or not. Finally, after what had felt like forever, he extended the bundle of clothes towards her.

"You can tell the dry cleaner to add it to my bill."

"There's no need. I'll pay for it."

"Miss French - "

"I think I can afford a dry cleaner once in a while, Mr. Gold," she cut in, raising an eyebrow at him. He bowed his head.

"Of course. I've never assumed otherwise. My apologies."

"I threw a coffee at you. It's me who should be apologizing."

"Well, I assure you others would pay to do just that. You might have just gained new popularity points with that."

"I, ah, I've never aimed for that..."

"A woman like yourself and not popular is a hardly believable thing."

"Um, no, actually not," she answered awkwardly, casting her eyes down. An uncomfortable silence stretched between them, and Belle didn't know what to say to make it disappear. How was it possible that at the same time, she wanted to keep things to herself and to share them with this man? She hugged his jacked closer wishing to disappear. And it was going so well.

Mr. Gold cleared his throat.

"I apologize. It was not my intention to make you uncomfortable in any way, Miss French."

"No! You didn't! I mean... Look, " screw it. Ruby had said to be honest once, what she had to lose? "I'm not especially good at sharing... It's-It's a work in progress." She finished lamely. 

She couldn't look him in the eyes and was sure that she had messed this up, but when she glanced his way, he was smiling faintly.

"I quite understand what you mean; believe me." 

Her shoulders sagged in relief, and she risked a small, timid smile. Something warm bloomed inside her chest. Huh, a weird feeling - confusing even. Gold kept looking her way with a look on his face she couldn't interpret then cleared his throat and tapped his cane on the floor.

"I must get back to open my shop. If you excuse me."

"Mr. Gold?" she called him before he could reach the exit. "Didn't you want something from the library?"

The look on his face could be comical, and she suppressed the urge to giggle.

"Oh, yes. Wouldn't you happen to have something for a boy of ten?"

She smiled.

"Any particular subject?"

"He happens to be quite fascinated with the dinosaurs lately and dragons." He added after a thought. She nodded already looking through the catalogue in her head.

"I may have just the thing. I'll be right back. In the meantime, you can fill in the form for the library card, would that be all right?"

He nodded, and she disappeared between the shelves. It didn't take her long to locate the one book she had in mind. She got back and put it on the desk, sliding it towards Mr. Gold.

"There are others, but I think your son would enjoy this one first."

Gold's head snapped up from where he was reading the title on the cover. He was staring not saying a thing, and she was beginning to berate herself for saying too much when his expression cleared and he nodded.

"I think he'll love it. Thank you."

He tucked the book under his arm and limped towards the exit. Belle let out a sigh and began to enter the data to the computer, trying not to think about the way he looked like just in his shirt and sleeve garters.

"Miss French?"

She looked up startled. He didn't leave yet. Instead, he stood with one hand on the doorknob, looking hesitant.

"Yes, Mr. Gold?"

"May I offer you a deal?"

She frowned, not completely understanding.

"What kind?"

"Truth for a truth. You tell me something about yourself, and in exchange, I do the same. Each time we met."

"Two socially inept people helping each other out?"

The corner of his lip curved upwards. 

"Exactly."

Her heart rate increased. Was she able to do that? She was about to say her excuse why it was a bad idea when something had stopped her. Mr Gold looked just as uncertain as she did, even tho he tried to mask it. He was taking a leap of faith, why she didn't know, but she could see hope hiding in his gaze. Could Ruby be right? 

Do a brave thing.

Belle smiled. "It's a deal, then."

Gold broke into a broad grin.

"To the next time, miss French."

As he left the library, the grin transformed into a soft smile. Gold still didn't understand what was going on with him, but he was beginning to suspect. The deal was a  bold move - he had almost left without saying a thing, before deciding to throw caution to the wind. And it had paid off. 

Gold crossed the street with a lightness to his steps. Curiosity, that what it was. It had been s many years since he had felt it that it must have been it. Confusion and Curiosity were almost the same things, after all, so that had to be it.

The bell above the door jingled announcing his arrival.

"Well, it seems the hell has frozen over - Mr Gold in nothing but a shirt. I should take pictures because nobody will believe me."

Gold grimaced suddenly remembering his state of undress, before turning towards the owner of the voice.

"No word will get out, and your next rent will be surprisingly lower."

"Careful, Gold. At this rate, you will find me walking rent-free."

Missus Lucas stood behind his counter, arms crossed with a satisfied, smug look on her face. Gold restrained himself from any further comments that just asker for being said.

"I hope Neal didn't cause any trouble."

"That boy? He couldn't be trouble even if he wanted," Granny shook her head and circled the counter. "No idea who he got that from."

"Believe me, Missus Lucas, I keep asking myself the same question."

"Papa!" and speak of the devil the boy in question ran out at full speed from around the curtain and collided with Gold's knees, wrapping his small hands around Gold's waist. "Granny has brought me the apple pie!"

"Did she now? Is there anything left?"

"He would have eaten the whole piece," missus Lucas said, shaking her head. "I've always said he would grow up to have a sweet tooth."

Considering the fact that Gold up to this day put three sugars in his tea, it wasn't surprising at all.

"I got you something from the library," he handed the book to his son whose eye's timidity brightened upon seeing the dinosaurs on the cover.

"Cool!" He was evidently going to say more but then frowned as if noticing something.

"Papa? Did you had to leave your clothes in exchange for the book?"

"What?" Gold spluttered taken aback by the question. He could hear Granny snorting behind his back.

"I mean... Isn't it what happened? You had your jacket before - "

"The clothes are fine, Neal. They got dirty, and I had to take care of them. No, why won't you go to the back while I say Goodbye to Missus Lucas?"

Neal nodded, satisfied with the explanation.

"Goodbye, Granny!"

The older woman shook her head in fondness, but her expression changed as soon as the boy disappeared behind the curtain. Suddenly Gold felt very unease under her gaze.

"So, you happened to be in the library and leave your clothes there, didn't you Gold?"

"There was a coffee accident if you must now, nothing inappropriate happened," he snarled back.

"Not from the lack of trying, I'm sure."

"Are you insinuating something? I really hope not, or the rent might go up after all."

"Just remember that if you hurt that girl, I'll come after you."  With that she turned around and left, leaving Gold speechless in her wake.

His fingers tightened on the golden handle of his cane as he scowled at the door. Just what exactly was the old hag thinking? That he did what? Went to the library, threw himself at the poor woman, taken the children book with him and forgot to take back the rest of his clothes?

His expression darkened.

He wasn't even in love with Miss French. He was curious about what he was. Of all the stupid assumptions...

Mr Gold turned his back to the door and limped towards the back room.

Him. In love. Ridiculous.

Or was it?

*****

Neal Gold didn't know what to think of Storybrooke. He knew that he had been born and raised here before his mother had taken him away, but that was it. No memories from his early childhood lingered, accept of some hazy flashes of his early-childhood home. He didn't know anybody yet, and some people were throwing him weird looks from time to time, but that didn't bother him. He knew it probably was because of his papa.

People didn't like his papa, and Neal couldn't understand why. Papa read him to sleep, told stories and hugged him. He bought him ice cream and made him a plush rabbit out of the old polar fleece. Yet people were throwing him nasty looks or crossing the street hurriedly when they spotted him. So at first, Neal thought he was alone in thinking it unfair, but it soon had changed.

The first time he had met Miss Belle was when he went to the library to return the dinosaur book two weeks after his papa had brought it to read. She smiled at him, and Neal had a feeling she knew who he was just from looking at him. Granny had told him once he had his papa's eyes, maybe that was how miss Belle had known.

Neal decided quite early on that he liked Miss Belle. He much preferred to stay at the library than with Granny when he needed to be looked after. Miss Belle was quiet, but she seemed to understand Neal's shyness. And yes, she smiled at him, but it was a completely different smile than when his dad was in the room. It was hard to miss. Well, hard to miss for him, his papa seemed to be oblivious to it, but she did smile more broadly, and it looked to Neal as if she acted more open. Papa's way changed too. He joked more, smiled and, on one occasion, even laughed.

Every time Neal had seen them together, they were also saying some weird stuff.

"I can't drive a car," miss Belle would say.

"I can knit," his papa would answer.

"I can play the piano."

"I can't swim."

There were many silly things like that said between them.  Always by the end of their conversations. Neal was sure there were more when he wasn't present. And sometimes, when his papa would send him to play or to look for a book he would like to read, but he wouldn't get as far as not to hear them, they would say stuff that didn't sound silly.

"My mum died when I was little. Sometimes I still miss her."

"My father left me. He died before I could make peace with him."

"I'm a slow learner. I always have this feeling of not being enough."

"I have dyslexia. Been picked upon a lot because of that."

No. Neal didn't understand one a bit why they had been saying all those stuff to each other, but he knew two things. Miss Belle liked his Papa. And Papa liked her back.

Neal was just a boy, but he wasn't stupid. They didn't like each other like he and Emma, the only kid who was willing to speak with him at school, but more like Emma's parents. Neal was sure of it. It took him a couple of months of watching them, but he couldn't understand how he was able to see this, yet both of them could not.

"How was school?"

Neal jumped surprised, clutching the papers he was holding in his hands, so lost in thoughts that he didn't hear his Papa come in into the kitchen after saying his Goodbyes to Granny. He flashed him a big smile and slid off the stool. He carefully extended one of the papers towards his father while still holding onto the other one.

Gold took it carefully into his hand, arching a curious eyebrow.

"Missus Nolan said to draw places that mattered to us," Neal said while watching carefully for his father's reaction.  The man smiled softly.

"My pawnshop?" Neal nodded, then took a step forward, peering at the page as his father lowered it slightly, so it was easier for him to see.  The boy tapped the painting with his index finger.

"That's you."

"Yes, I can see the resemblance." There was a hint of humour in his father voice - not a mocking one, but slightly amused, and Neal beamed proudly at him.

"I should really buy you a painting kit," Gold added as he saw the happiness on his son's face.

He wasn't joking - the picture was very good for a nine-year-old. From the details of various items on the displays to his person standing behind the counter leaned over what seemed to be the ledger.

Gold ruffled his son's hair fondly before limping towards the fridge and pining the picture to its doors with a magnet. He turned around with a smile. Neal looked at his work with big eyes as if not entirely believing his father would put it on display like that. Gold shook his head. The next time Neal would paint anything for him, he would definitely put it in his pawnshop if only to make his son even happier.

Only then did he notice that the boy was still holding another sheet of paper.

"And what's that?" He asked.

"Oh," Neal looked down suddenly shy, and Gold limped towards him waiting patiently for him to continue. "I-I also drew this?"

Gold gently took the shily offered sheet into his hand and had to draw a sharp breath as he saw what it depicted. It was the interior of the town's library, but the bookshelves were by the walls and a huge chandelier hanged from the ceiling. In the middle, there was Belle, but not dressed as she used to, but instead in a long, golden dress. She was holding a book, reading it with a soft smile. There was another person there. Dressed in blue. Gold had to swallow hard because he knew who the other person was, just as he had known with the other picture. It was him.

"I finished it yesterday," Neal was saying, and Gold had to force his eyes away from the painting back to his son, who rubbed his hands together in a gesture very similar to his father's. "Do you like it?"

"Of course I do," he answered without missing a beat despite his shock. "It's beautiful," he added when seeing Neal was still looking down.

Neal raised his head, smiling shyly.

"It was our homework. We had to draw a fairytale."

"And what a kind of a fairytale is this?"

"Beauty and the Beast," Neal fixed him with a look that said the answer was obvious and Gold was stupid not to see it. He looked back down at the picture giving it a second look. Oh yes. The Disney version. He shook his head with a fond smile.

"Of course, it is."

He was the Beast. And Belle was Beauty. Both of them ready to dance, by the look of it, and Gold really didn't know how to feel about that.

"Um, Papa?"

He looked up, realizing he was still staring at the picture. Neal was looking at him expectantly.

"Can I go and play with Emma today?"

"Don't you have any homework to do first?"

"I thought, maybe we could do it with Emma later?"

The boy sounded hopeful, and Gold knew one thing - it was tough to say no to his boy when he was looking at him like that.

"You are aware I'll check with Missus Nolan if it happened or not, aren't you?"

"Does it mean I can go?"

Gold couldn't help it. He smiled.

"Pack your bag. I'll drop you off."

"Yes! Thanks, Papa!"

The boy ran up to him and hugged him around the middle then bolted towards the stairs.

"Slow down, I won't drive off!" he shouted after him with amusement. "Bring the library books with you when you get down!"

"Yes, sir!" came the muffled shout from upstairs.

Gold shook his head, then put the picture on the table. He would have to think about where to put it later. Gold patted his pockets, then frowned when not finding his car keys. He limped to the living room and sure thing, he found them on the table. He heard Neal's fast footsteps as he ran down the stairs and turned around to see the boy disappearing in the kitchen.

"In here!"

The boy popped his head around the doorframe all ready a moment later with his backpack and stack of books in his hands smiling happily.

As they left home, Gold didn't notice that the fairytale picture no longer laid on the table. Nor did he see the small corner of a white sheet of paper sticking out from between the books he was about to return to the library.

He dropped Neal by the Nolans with a promise to pick him up later, then drove off towards his shop. There were still things he could take care off, like looking through the inventory, while Neal was away, but first, the stop at the library was in order. He picked the books from the backseat and after locking the car, limped across the street.

"Mr. Gold! I didn't expect to see you so soon!"

"My son, it seems, put his mind on reading every book in your children section, miss French," he answered with a smile at the enthusiastic greeting as he closed the library doors behind him.

"It's good then that there are many books left to read in there yet." She smiled at him as he approached and something stirred inside of him at this sight. That confusion that changed into the curiosity that now he believed was neither of those two and possibly never had been. In the months he had been talking with the woman, that feeling should go away. Instead, it had become stronger. It was harder to deny it for what it was.

"If you have anything about pirates I would gladly accept it," he said despite his thoughts.

"I do actually, but I might have something even better. Wait a moment."

He put the stack of books at the desk and watched her from the corner of his eye as she made way between the shelves. She was dressed in a blue dress that matched her eyes and Gold had to try very hard not to stare. He caught himself thinking how she would look like in a dress like the one Neal had drawn her in, the thought alone made his heart rate quicken.

He was hopeless.

"Here you are," Belle returned with a book in her hand and stood close to him watching his reaction. Gold arched his eyebrow in curiosity upon seeing the title.

"'20,000 Ligues Under the Sea'. Yes, I see what you mean."

"I'm a little surprised Neal's not here with you." She said while checking out the book.

"Oh, he's at the Nolans. It seems, my worries about enrolling him in school were farfetched," he answered while leaning slightly on the desk. Belle smiled at that.

"I'm happy he found a friend in Emma. She's a lovely kid, even if she's a little troublemaker."

Gold grimaced.

"Yes, well. I'm not sure who's worse influence on whom."

It was a wonder the Nolans didn't have any objections to their daughter spending time with his son, considering him being Neal's father and all. Belle seemed to read his mind as she tilted her head to the side, watching him.

"You're a good father, Mr Gold. And a good man."

"My ex-wife may differ."

"With all due respect, Mr Gold, I don't believe a woman who in all rights kidnapped her son just almost to abandon him has a say in that matter."

Gold dipped his head to hid his expression. It was almost surreal how this woman was supportive of him ever since she had learned of the story why he was away for a year. Finding his son, winning the custody battle, and then taking time away with Neal before coming back to town to make the change easier for the boy - Belle French had learned about it all. Nobody else knew the full story. Just her. And her constant support was something that Gold couldn't be grateful enough.

"Well, it's not like she's the only one in thinking that."

"They don't know you as well as I do."

"Of that, I am glad, Miss French," he answered with a small smile. She slid the book towards him, then bit down gently on her lower lip, nervously tugging a stray lock of hair behind her ear.

"You can call me Belle if you want. I won't mind," she said after a while, looking up at him shily.

He shook his head, fondly. He would like that very much, but it would be no good.

"As tempting as it is, you must think about your job here. Too much fraternizing with the town's villain may not sit well with others."

"There are only a handful of people whose opinion matters to me, Mr Gold. I learned a long time ago I wouldn't satisfy everyone."

"Didn't we all."

Belle smiled, not put off by his somehow bitter sounding response.

"The offer stays, and won't go anywhere."

"I'll keep that in mind, Miss French," he said as he tucked the book under his arm.

"I like dancing," Belle said which made him turn his head towards her puzzled at the sudden change in topic. "That's today's truth. I like it, but others think I don't."

"And why's that?"

She shrugged her shoulders, averting her gaze.

"I've never the been one for clubbing, probably that's why. But I do enjoy it, even tho I don't have anybody to dance with." She added.

Gold watched her closely after she threw a small smile his way. There was a trace of sadness in her eyes.

"Well," he cleared his throat. "I'm not much of a dancer, not since the car accident, but I used to enjoy it."

Her gaze snapped up to him, and he smirked at her surprised expression.

"Is this an invitation, Mr Gold?"

"It could be if you're not afraid of a crippled man stepping on your toes."

"What would people say," she said with a small smile, throwing his earlier words at him. He taped his lame leg with his cane.

"I believe that someone said something along the lines of it being overrated."

The doors to the library opened as someone walked in and Gold straightened up, his shoulders tensing at someone else's presence. It was time for him to leave.

"The offer stays, miss French," the corner of his mouth curved upwards just for her. She caught it just as the use of her previous words. He didn't wait for her replay, but limped out of the library, feeling her gaze on the back of his head.

He couldn't quite believe himself. Did he just do what he thought he did? Did he more or less invite the woman for a dance?

Gold couldn't remember the last time he had danced, but somehow Belle's confession (and she was Belle, not miss French, no matter how he denied it out loud) pushed him to say what he had thought all way since Neal's picture - that he would like that scene to happen for real. So he had said it without thinking, but as he limped towards his shop, Gold couldn't say he regretted it. On the contrary, it was as if some weight had been lifted off his shoulders.

Weird. Maybe it was because he had finally understood what that thing he had been feeling towards Belle. It wasn't confusion, nor curiosity. It was love. And Robert Gold was utterly screwed because he didn't know what to do about it. He would be lucky if the woman would like to have anything to do with him (which surprisingly seemed to be the case), but to reciprocate the feeling? Improbable at best.

The mental image of her in a golden dress didn't help matters at all.

***

Belle kept her gaze on the doors up to the moment she couldn't see Gold anymore beyond them, their conversation running in her mind on a loop. She hadn't expected him to respond as he had. More than that, she was still surprised at how easily she was teasing the man. After all those months it still shocked her, because every time she had been talking with Mr Gold, Belle felt like someone else eternally. With no one else she was able to be so open, not even with Ruby. And Gold understood her. He had never rushed her or pushed her to say more than she was willing to.

Belle caught herself smiling. God, she was helpless. And Ruby was right - she did fancy her landlord. Belle would even risk saying it was more than a simple crush. A crush would have passed, yet the emotions she was feeling lingered. It didn't help tho that despite her willingness to open more to Gold, she was still afraid to make the next move. Because for all the talk about bravery, Belle was scared of rejection. At least this way she had something akin to friendship. Even tho she couldn't seem to convince the man to use her first name.

Belle shook her head in fondness. How could anyone think this man some sort of an evil imp, she would never understand. All others had to do was to look at the way he acted with his son to know who he really was. It seemed some people prefered to see what that they wanted to. Oh, she wasn't stupid or naive; she had seen him interact with others, especially when crossed with them, he could be quite brutal with words then. But she had also noticed quite early on, that when acting like that he usually had very good reason to.  Yet, in all those months, Gold had never raised his voice at her, not even once.  To her, he was an excellent gentleman.

And then there was today's conversation. She really didn't know what to think.

Belle looked at the clock. Aside from Gold, only three people had visited the library so far, and it didn't look like any more would come anytime soon. It would be a good time to put the returned books to their places. Those from yesterday's evening were the first to go. Soon only one stack was left. Belle looked to the side where Neal's books were lying and smiled while picking up the first one. Mr Gold was right, with a tempo like that the boy would soon finish all the age-appropriate books. She was about to move to replace them on the shelves when a paper sticking out between the volumes caught her eye.

Belle's curiosity changed into shock as she saw the painted picture that was hidden. A child's drawing and unmistakenly Neal's. Her throat felt suddenly tight as she looked at her face staring at her from the paper. And she wasn't alone.

Why would Neal draw his father and her in what looked to be a scene from Beauty and the Beast? It was beautiful, but what caught Belle's eye the most was the expression on Gold's face. It was soft and unguarded (as much as she could tell, Neal was very good for his age, but he was still just a child.). Was he always smiling at her like in the picture?

Belle swallowed and tore her eyes from the drawing with difficulty. Her heart was beating wildly, and all her instincts were telling her to stay where she was and not do a thing. But she couldn't. Not this time.

Do a brave thing, and the bravery will fallow.

Belle grabbed her keys from the desk and walked out from the library with the drawing still clutched in her sweaty palm. She crossed the street, not really looking at her surroundings as the nerves were almost eating her alive. If she were more focused, she would have spotted two small figures following her from a distance. But she wasn't so Belle reached the pawnshop oblivious to the spies on her tail.

The small bell above the door jingled at her entrance. The shop looked deserted, but as it wasn't closed, then the owner must lurk somewhere. 

"Excuse me, Mr. Gold?" Her voice sounded nervous, and she had to clear her throat. It didn't help much.

"I'm sorry the shop is closed - Miss French," Gold limped from the back room, but stopped short upon seeing her. He quickly recovered and leaned on his cane. "I didn't expect to see you so soon. Did something happen?"

"Um, I think... I think it belongs to you?"

She nervously approached him and watched as the smirk on his face gave way to confusion to be then replaced by understanding as she handled him the drawing. He didn't say anything, just looked intensively at it as the silence stretched between them. It felt heavy, more than ever before, and Belle couldn't stop herself from stepping from one foot to the other with a twisting feeling in her stomach.

"Where did you get this?" He finally asked, almost in a whisper. 

"It got caught between the books. I, well, I thought you might want it back."

"It's Neal's. I hope you don't feel offended by it."

He still wasn't looking at her, and Belle frowned at how distant his voice sounded.

"Why would I?"

"I'm sure he didn't mean anything by it. He's just a child."

Her frown deepened. 

"Mr Gold, why would I be offended by Neal drawing me as a princess?"

"I'm sure you would prefer someone other for the prince. I don't know why he did that. I apologize and promise it won't happen again."

He turned around hastily to move away. His posture stiff as putting an invisible wall between them.  It was as if he wanted to escape from her, and all of it because of the drawing. She didn't want it - him pulling himself away from her. Belle's heart screamed for him not to do it, and her body followed.

"Mr Gold, wait!" her hand shot out clutching him by the elbow, stopping him in his tracks. He stood utterly still, and only then, Belle realized that it was the first time any of them had touched one another aside from the dreaded coffee accident. She swallowed hard, suddenly out of words.

Gold slowly turned around, finally looking her in the eyes. They were uncertain, and Belle wondered if hers were too. Her mouth felt dry, and she had to wet her lips, hoping it would help. It didn't.  Her hand still didn't let go. She wanted to say something to reassure him. To say it was alright that she didn't want anybody else for the prince, that for her, it was perfect. To ask why his son had drawn them as he had, what had he seen that made him do it, but at that moment, while looking Gold in the eyes, she knew. And something else eternally left her mouth.

"I have never been kissed before."

His eyes winded, and she watched him swallow.

"It's not good to tell lies, miss French," he replayed with a strained voice.

"It's not a lie. The absolute truth."

He watched her, his eyes danced over her face for any indication that she was making fun of him, but finding nothing. She held his gaze steadily, even if her heart was beating so fast it hurt.

"I'm sorry, it's hard to believe that the woman so beautiful as you haven't been kissed even once."

The corner of her mouth twitched slightly.

"Well, it seemed I wasn't interesting enough for men," she said, shrugging her shoulders slightly.

"Then those men were fools," he huffed offended without missing a beat, making her smile widen.

"It was supposed to be a truth for a truth, Mr Gold."

"I wasn't lying about that either, Miss French. But I guess it wasn't personal enough..." He stopped himself before looking down. It seemed he was wrestling with something before he raised his gaze back up, and Belle had to try very hard not to gasp at the look in his eyes. "There is one thing I've wanted to do for some time... I didn't really know I wanted it at first - too much of a coward, I suppose to admit what was staring right at me..."

He drifted off, but slowly his left hand came up to tug the stray lock of hair behind her ear, and Belle had to suppress a shudder at the contact.

"What is it?" she whispered, mesmerized by his gaze.

Gold took a step closer, his gaze fleeting for a moment to her parted lips, before meeting her eyes again and swallowing. They were so close, their chests almost touching.

"You can hate me after knowing, Belle."

Belle. She loved the way he said her name. His voice bearly above the whisper, his eyes dark pools that she couldn't look away from.

"We won't know it, till you say it."

"I would better show it."

He leaned forward, closing the distance between them, and Belle closed her eyes as his lips closed over hers. The kiss was soft, almost like a brush of a feather, as if Gold was still little afraid of her reaction. Afraid she would push him away. She didn't. The anxiety she had felt before coming to the shop that lingered up to this moment, simply vanished, leaving her lightheaded. The kiss ended as quickly as it happened, and Belle opened her eyes to see Gold looking at her worriedly still only a breath away from her. She smiled.

"I may need to check one more time to decide about the hating part, Mr Gold," she said teasingly and beamed with happiness at seeing his features relax before he broke into a wide grin.

"Ronald. My name's Ronald."

He leaned down again, and this time she met him in the middle. Belle moved her lips against his slowly, hesitantly, not eternally sure of what she should be doing. Gold didn't seem to mind her clumsy efforts; he just smiled softly against her, before tilting his head slightly to the side to make it more comfortable for her. Belle didn't know when her hand ended on his neck or when his on her arm, just that it felt more wonderful than anything that had experienced before. She wanted more, couldn't wait for more, and the thought Robert seemed to feel exactly the same made her want to weep from joy. 

Ronald.  He had given her his name. As far as she knew, no one used his first name. And with his lips moving against hers, their bodies so close to one another, she felt like flying.

"I don't believe hate is the right word to describe what I feel," she admitted after they finally broke apart.

"And what is?" He asked.

"Love. How about that?"

He smiled, his eyes glinting with mischievous, but loving sparks, making it hard to resist kissing him again, once she had tasted what it felt like Belle didn't want to stop.

"Yes. That sounds about right."

Belle grinned and pulled him towards her, stealing a small peak to the lips before throwing her arms around his neck. Gold hugged her close, closing his eyes, his heart finally slowing down.

Yes. It took him some time to properly name his emotions, but now that he had, it felt liberating. A weight that was constantly on his shoulders lifted, not only because admitting to his feelings but also because of the other thing - Belle felt the same. At this moment he promised himself one thing, he would make it right. For Belle and Neal, he would make it right, for them to be happy. He felt Belle's lips curving in a smile against his neck and promised himself he would do everything in his power not to screw it up.

"Just so you know, I'm still counting on that dance," she murmured, and he relaxed pulling away slightly, but not letting go. Gold brushed his fingers over her cheek astonished, by the loving look she was giving him.

"We can dance for forever if that's what you want."

"Oh, but then there would be no time for other things, right?"

"Close to forever then."

Belle laughed, and he couldn't help himself and let out a chuckle.

Yeah, life was looking good.

Neither Gold nor Belle noticed two small figures watching them between the blinds from outside the shop window.

"I told you the drawing would work."

"Yeah, but I was the one who drew it!"

"But the idea was mine!"

The children grinned in triumph before straightening themself and bumping their fists together. Their plan had worked. From Emma giving the idea for homework to her mother to this point and Neal couldn't be more satisfied.

"So a milkshake at Granny's?" He asked while they made their way away from the window. It would do no good for the grown-ups to spot them now.  

Emma nodded.

"Miss Lucas is waiting for the news and as the news are good... " She looked towards Neal with a smirk. Free milkshakes were too tempting to pass. "Race you!" Emma clapped him on the shoulder and runoff.

"Hey!" Neal ran after her with a lightness to his step, not missing a beat. He felt happy. Free Milkshakes were one thing, but nothing would beat the other - His Papa was happy, that was enough to make Neal laugh.

And it was just the beginning.

[kind-wolf]

Happy Birthday 

to one of the loveliest people I have the pleasure to call friend! 

@angelaiswriting​

I wrote you a little story. Although it just recently dawned on me that I f*cked up by showing you the writing from my prime time. In comparison, this seems a bit lame. But I did my best. Hope you can enjoy it at least a little!

"You can not just get her flowers for her birthday, Volodya!" Anatoly insisted.

"She's also getting this." his brother replied, suggestively grabbing between his legs.

Anatoly sighed for what felt like the hundredth time that day. He was no expert in women and relationships either, (he still thinks it was pure luck that brought him and his wife together), but he was certain that giving your girlfriend only flowers and sex on her birthday, was not a good idea. And it certainly was not enough for a woman that puts up with his brother.

And as soon as he voiced that very thought, Vladimir rounded on him, scowl deeply etched into his features. "What do you mean put up with me?"

Toly, long used to his brother's temper only leveled him with a look.

And thus Volodya ended the discussion by huffing and storming into his office.

But in private, Vladimir couldn't help but think about his brother's words. Angela and him were so different, she was sweet and innocent, far too good compared to his calloused hardness, yet she doesn't seem deterred by his gruff behavior. But she is probably expecting more from him in this case. Something nice. Like her.

They had met in the little Russian corner store Ulyana always insisted to go to when he helped her with her groceries. It had been obvious, not only to him but also to the old Lady that this young woman was somewhat lost between all those foreign products. If it had been for Vladimir, he wouldn't have spared her a second glance, but of course, Ulyana insisted he goes and offers some help. And there was a glint in the old woman's eyes, he didn't like. Not one bit.

From that moment on, things escalated quickly. So quickly in fact that he can barely recall how it all happened. But here he was, months later, thinking about whatever birthday present his girlfriend wants. Fuck.

Days. Fucking days, countless packs of cigarettes and a very persistent headache later, he finally figured something out. It was perfect for her.

He would have to suffer though. But what is a little suffering after spending years in that shithole in siberia?

Also, a small part of him felt gleeful over the fact that it wasn't something she could or would want to return, even when she some day inevitably decides to leave him. This will be something from him that stays with her. A constant reminder.

~~~~~~~~~

Working on your own birthday sucked. Not that you had any big plans. It was a weekday and everyone had to work, so you figured you'd have a nice dinner with Vladimir, his brother and your friends on the following weekend.

You perked up a little when you came through the door of Vladimir's (who were you kidding? You basically lived here.) apartment and saw that the lights were on. He was home. Unusually early. Another exception made for you, after already getting up early today to get you fresh & gluten-free cupcakes, coffee and flowers before you had to go to work. You smiled to yourself. The softie.

When you entered the living room where he was sat watching some serial killer documentary with a drink in hand, you immediately spotted something out of the ordinary in the corner. Something big and square that was hidden underneath two blankets.

"Hey Volodya!" you greeted him with a chaste kiss after plopping down besides him. "What's this in the corner?"

He grinned. "Suprise for my birthday girl." When you sat up, clearly intending to have a look, he grabbed you around the waist and pulled you closer to him again. "For later." he amended. And to effectively distract you, his other hand came up to gently grasp your chin and guide you to him.

Kissing Vladimir still gave you butterflies every time. He always saw himself as this rough gangster, but when he kissed you his true self always shone through. It wasn't harsh or demanding. Sure, sometimes it was rough and dominating, but only in those moments. In general, it felt like the perfect mixture of adoration and passion. He rarely says how he feels. In fact, he had only ever said I love you once. But his kisses, they tell you every day.

It took you a second to get your bearings when Vlad pulled back. "Go get changed in something comfortable. We're picking your birthday present."

You were confused. "I'm supposed to pick my own present?"

"Don't start with that look. You'll like it. Promise." Vladimir assured you, giving you a rare genuine smile.

"Fiiiiine."

It wasn't long before Volodya pulled into the parking lot of a building, you had walked by a thousand times but never dared to go inside.

"The dog shelter!?" you exclaimed, voice raising with excitement. "We're getting a dog?l"

"You are getting a dog. You always wanted one, no?"

Instead of using words, you answered him by basically leaping across the seats and smothering him in kisses. "Thankyouthankyouthankyou!"

Vladimir chuckled and carefully pushed you away. "Enough. I thought dog might try to lick my face. Not you."

You wiggled your eyebrows playfully. "I know, you prefer when I lick something else."

"Don't start. Get out. Before I change my mind." Vlad growled, not able to hide his grin at the end.

He was probably bluffing, but still, you wouldn't take the chance and quickly hopped out of the car, almost running to the entrance.

In the last second however, Vlad caught up to you and stopped you by grabbing your wrist. "Before we go inside, you have to promise one thing, Мышка."

He was using his serious gangster tone, as you liked to call it, so you just nodded, waiting for him to go on.

"It will not sleep in bed."

"But if it's..."

"нет!"

"But when you're..."

"Not in bed."

"Alright, alright."

When you two stepped thru the door and up to the counter, the woman behind it greeted you with a friendly smile. "Ah, Mr. Miller, back with your wife now I see!"

You startled, confused not only at the way she greeted Vladimir, but also at the word wife.

Before you could correct her, Vlad gave her his version of a friendly smile. "Yes. She can pick one now."

She directed another smile at you. "Very well. Let me just get my colleague, she'll show you around."

As soon as she was out of earshot, you turned to Vlad, eyes still wide. "Mr. Miller? Wife? What? You've been here before? What?"

Vlad snorted at your obvious confusion. "да. Been here and asked what we need for dog. And to get papers ready. With fake information."

"So that's the box in the living room." you mused out loud. And before your brain could catch up with your mouth, you added: "You shouldn't have made me your wife. I don't even wear a ring."

Vlad gave you one of his calculating looks, where you couldn't tell what was going on in his brain. "So, you don't want to be my wife. I'll remember that."

"Oh. I- I didn't... That's not.. " you stuttered, face heating up immediately. That was really not what you were thinking. It just caught you off guard. Especially since you didn't think he would be the kind of guy that thinks about marriage.

Volodya's quiet chuckle and his hand squeezing yours stopped your brain from going into overdrive. "Мышка, it was joke!"

Thankfully you were saved from further stuttering by the woman returning with her colleague.

Time to pick your new companion!!

~~~~~~~~~~

Vladimir couldn't stop the smile from showing on his face as Angela's eyes lit up at seeing the first dog.

"Look Volodya! He's so fluffy!"

"Awww! Such a cute snout!"

"Those eyes!"

"What tiny paws!"

"See how she's wagging her tail!"

"His fur is sooo smooth!"

"Naww! How gentle he is!"

It went on like this for what felt like forever. And he knew they would spend the whole night here if he doesn't reign her in.

He stepped closer to the bars of the cage she was currently petting a little creme-colored rat-chaser. "You have to pick one Мышка. You know that?"

Her head whipped up and her mouth opened, ready to protest, but it seemed that reality slowly dawned on her.

The light in her eyes dimmed a bit. "I know. But howww?"

He extended his hand for her to take. "Pick one. If you don't like it we bring it back." Vlad offered with a shrug.

Instead of taking his hand Angela smacked his arm. "What? No! Don't be mean."

"Just pick one." he grumbled in return, clearly not seeing an issue with his statement.

She wandered slowly along the cages, Vladimir silently following behind.

"I- I think it's that one. He just looks so sad." Her voice nearly cracked when she crouched down and stuck her hand thru the bars of one cage.

Vladimir, feeling this weird prickling in his chest, crouched down beside her and pulled her against him with an arm around her shoulders. "Won't be sad anymore when he's with you."

A tiny smile from her was all the confirmation he needed. So he pulled her to her feet and gestured to the employee that has been waiting at the end of the corridor.

And since Mr. Miller had been here the day before, only the dog's information needed to be filled into the adoption papers before they could get out of there.

Angela struggled to carry the slightly too-big-to-be-carried-by-her dog, but she insisted on carrying her new baby.

"I really hope the other dogs will get adopted too." She said, while they waited at the counter.

Before he could comment, the employee came back with the papers. She handed Vladimir the dog's ID and told him the adoption fee.

Angela's concerns fresh in mind, Vlad hesitated only a moment before thinking fuck it and pulling a thick wad of cash from his pocket.

As soon as he pushed it over the counter, the woman's eyes went wide. "Sir, that's... that's way too much, we only ask for..."

"Rest is donation." He cut her off, with a tone that made it clear there would be no further talk about it.

"Oh. Ah, thank you then. And I hope you will be happy with the new addition to your family."

Once again a smile plastered on her face, Angela thanked the woman before walking out the door Vladimir was holding open for her.

"That was really sweet Volodya!"

He glared at her, even tho he already knew it didn't have that much effect on her anymore. "Get in car."

Angela giggled, knowing he hated it when she pointed out his soft moments.

It's been a week. A week with that little furry pest.

And while Vladimir usually looked forward to coming home, especially knowing she was there, waiting for him, his excitement was slightly dimmed these days. It wasn't that he doesn't enjoy seeing her so happy. He did. It was just, that dog needed too much attention. He couldn't even sit down and have a drink and just be, after a long day surrounded by idiots, before that little thing was climbing into his lap, trying them like his face, or even worse, chewing on the seam of his pants.

This day when he closed the door of his apartment though, it was eerily quiet. And neither Angela nor the dog came to greet him, despite it being not that late at all. He scowled but resisted the urge to immediately reach for his gun. With slow and silent steps he crept through the hall.

His posture relaxed though, when he stepped into the living room.

There, in between a mess of toys the two were. Curled up and peacefully sleeping on the floor in front of the couch.

Vladimir's little scoff must have finally alerted the dog to his presence because he blinked at him and thumped his little tail against the floor.

"You have to get better at guarding your мама." Vlad mumbled while slowly approaching them and bending down to pick Angela up. She stirred when he pushed his arms under her, so he tried to sooth her. "Shhh Мышка, 's just me. I'm taking you to bed."

Despite his efforts, her eyes slowly blinked open, while he walked to the bedroom. "But I still gotta walk him."

Vladimir tried to keep his face neutral and suppressed a sigh. Still, his voice sounded grumpy, even in his own ears. "I will do it."

"But, you don't want to." Despite her protest, her eyes were already closing again while he placed her onto the bed and put the blanket over her.

"Sleep, Мышка." He insisted, pressing a soft kiss to the crown of her head.

So there he was, walking the dog.

Suffering, just as he predicted.

Was it worth it tho?

да, she was worth it.

[vampire207343]

Elizabeth Rose Narumiya

Ikk    What if... Bella Swan has a twin sister Elizabeth Rose Swan, when their Parents divorce their father Charlie Swan gotten Custody of Elizabeth while their mother Renee gotten custody of Bella.

                                                               ******

Before Paul Lahote ever phaseto walf he was dating Elizabeth Swan for 2 years but, when he didn’t imprint on her. He broke up with her so that he dosen’t end up hurting her when he dose imprint on another if they continue their relationship like Sam Uley  my new Alpha did whe meet Emily imprinted a few days before his wedding with Leah Clearwater.

  But after their break up, Elizabeth Swan

 decided to leave forks and start living with her grandmother Marie Higginbootom in Japan and I’m starting my sophmore year in Inashiro vication high that’s where she meet Narumiya Mei, who she evenutally become friends with even though sometime she thinks he’s a llittle arrogant but she still care about him. She slso gotten close with the Baseball Inashiro team.

   Elizabeth has acquired a great interest in Baseball that equal to her interest in Tennis especially since she began dating Mei Narumiya

Since in every Baseball game the Inashiro has Mei make sure that she’s watching the game, and she never miss game not once since they began dating.

   A year after...

Elizabeth left Forks, Renee Higginbottom re-married to someone way younger than her self. His name is Phil Dwayer his a baseball coach .

I meet Phil Dwyer for the first time when my mother Renee married him, my boyfriend Mei Narumiya was their with me in Arizona Phoenix, but Mei dosen’t know Phil so Phil most likely just starting out as a baseball coach.

   3 month after...

Mum married Phil, my twin sister Bella Swan

decided to move with our dad in forks for who knows what reason since she never hidden the fact that she can’t stand visiting Forks since it’s mostly raining and hardly have a sunny day. But it’s not my bussiness why my sister moved with our Dad after she stop visiting Forks after we turn 14 years old.

1 and 1/2 year later ...

     It’s been 2 years since Mei and I began dating and during that summer the Inashiro’s baseball team lost in the National since Mei end up throwing the ball farther  than he intended that Masa wasn’t able to catch the ball causing them the game. After that Mei cried infront of the whole team because of it and it also ruwin his form that he has to rebuild it to top to bottom, but evenitally he got back on his feet after reforming his style.

Inashiro’s Tennis team also manged to reach National and Winning because of Elizabeth. Being one of the best tennis player in Inashiro.

on September 13, 2006

  Elizabeth Swan celebrate her 19th Birthday with her Boyfriend Mei Narumiya along with the Baseball and Tennis Team of Inashiro first string. 

But while Elizabeth is celebrating her 19th birthday her twin sister Bella decided not to celebrate her’s after what happen in her 18th birthday party that ex-boyfriend Edward Cullen’s family their was an accident and weeks later Edward end up breaking up with her so she’s not take a chance that Jake might break up with her as well if she celebrate her 19th birthday.

Charlie Swan and Renee Dwyer still help Bella get over her break up with the Cullen boy, they would have called Elizabeth after Bella’s break up if bella was acting like she’s a zombie since Elizabeth sirtenly didn’t went through this when her first boyfriend Paul Lahote broke up with her, before Paul became well known Womanizer.

They even tried what Elizabeth did to heal her brojen heart by trying to get her away from Forks and get Bella to move with Renee in Florida to getvaway from the memories, but she didn’t want to leave town. They were lucky that she even start hanging out her old friends again.

Elizabeth and her Friends are about to Graduate Inashiro in 3 months time and all the senior of the Baseball team will be facing Seidou Baseball team in the National, after winning to reach the semi-final of Natinal that Summer.

2 days later....

 Inashiro face seidou in the national that Sawamura guy from seidou is s good pitcher that might even equal Mei one day, but it’s no suprise that seido lost snd this time Inashiro won the National.

   that Kazuya Miyuki was watching both Mei and Elizabeth after they lost in the National. It’s not well known that Kazuya  has a thing for Elizabeth he still has. He meet Elizabeth before she and Mei began dating. She is one of a kind Girl anyone is lucky to have.

3 months later..

  Elizabeth and Mei graduate Inashiro top of their of their year along with their friends.

 It’s also Bella’s high school graduation but she berly pass High school because of her Zombie stage in the middle of  junior year, but with the help of Jake and his friends she’s getting better. 1 and 1/2 year ago.

 The pack are determind to dispost of Victoria so that Bella and their Tribe would be save from those Bloodsuckers. It took them a while to catch up with Victoria and dispost of her, but it wasn’t easy.

     1 year later...

 Bella start attending Washington University  and Paul Lahote end up imprinting on Rachel Black 

But Paul still has sttong feelings for ex-girlfriend Elizabeth Swan even if he hasn’t seen her in almost 4 yeas.

Mei and Elizabeth along with all their friends attending Tokyo University and They start living in the same apartment.

3 years later...

Mei and Elizabeth are now 23 years old recent graduate of Tokyo University and after graduation he propose infront of all their friends and teammate. And she said “Yes” to his proposal. But we wouldn’t be married until next year we told my dad and mum the news in one the phone call I usally do.

Elizabeth decided to become a professional singer and Actress that she already a movie out she’s casting as Bobbie.

In Four sisters and a Wedding. While mei gotten scouted by Yomiuri Giants as their star pitcher.

        1 year later...

Their wedding is taking place in Forks everything are already reseved and all the wedding invitations are already sent.

Mei and Elizabeth decided to arrive in forks early along with their friends.

 2 days later...

  Our friends and I were hunging out in La push beach , when Mei suddenly have a guitar in his hand start playing it and singing to Elizabeth.

Theirs nothing I wouldn’t try

Just to make you mind

 To get a little closer 

would be so devine

Everytime I see you

You make me come undone

I always want you near me

oh why don’t you smile my 

only star

shine on baby

simile my only star

oh , why don’t you simle my only stsr

shine on baby, smile my only star

With you by myside

Girl it feels so right

Now that I ‘m close to you

I could stay all night.

No matter where I go

No matter what I do

In the end your smile brings me back to you

oh, why don’t tou simle my only star

shine on baby

(Close to you by Sam Milby)

“Oh that was beautiful Mei, but where did you learn that song. I never heard it before?” Elizabeth ask.

“Well your not the only one who could create song, my beauitfil Queen” Mei said.

“You create that song for me” Elizabeth said

“ I’ll do anything for you “ Mei said.

“Oh that’s so sweet of you” Elizabeth said.  Before Mei took Elizabeth in a heated kiss.

       The Pack of La push was also at that very beach along with Bella when Mei began playing his guitar and sing to Elizabeth. Paul Lahote, Jared Camron, Sam Uley and Bella recognize Elizabeth in just a first glace.

Paul Lahote didn’t think that he would ever see his ex-girlfriend Elizabeth Swan again after leaving Forks when he broke up with her, after he phase into a wolf. He look like she moved on and her heart healed after I left left when I promise that I will always be by her side. Now she now she loves someone else. It felt like a thousand dagger stabbing me in the heart watching Elizabeth kiss another.

“Hey isn’t that Elizabeth” Jared said.

“We fidn’t think we’ll see her again after she left Forks” Sam said.

“You alright, Paul?” Jared ask.

“Of course why wouldn’t I be alright. Anyways I got to go I have something to do “ Paul said before leaving the beach, he knows that Sam and Jared didn’t believe what he said.

“How exactly do you huys know my sister?” Bella ask.

“Well, Elizaberh happen to be Paul’s first Ex-girlfriend before he phase to a wolf, so when he didn’t imprint on her like he hope. He broke up with her and Elizabeth pack her bags and left for Japan the next day.” Jared said.

“Well Paul’s over her right. I mean he already imprinted on Rachel Black” Quil Ateara said.

“ We also thought he would be over Elizabeth, after finding his imprint but...” Jared said

“ But... what?” Embry call ask.

“But...Paul still madly in love with Elizabeth after not seeing her for 8 and 1/2 years” Jared said.

“But I thought, if your imprints would be the centeral of your very world” Seth clearwater said.

“Well for Sam and me that’s the case but that fidn’t happen to Paul while it’s true Paul imprinted on Rachel Black, but Elizabeth still hold such huge part of Paul’s very heart from what we can tell” Jared said.

“All the Elders thought that Paul’s feelings for Elizabeth is to strong before he phase that his imprint was imcomplete for the wolf to truely see Rachel Black as it’s mate” Sam said.

“What’s Elizabeth’s doing in town anyways?” Jake Black ask Bella.

“Well she’s getting married” Bella said.

Leah Clearwater end up imprinting on Mei Narumiya hut like Paul’s own imprinting it’s incomplete, since Mei didn’t pay any attention on her when she tried to gain his attention. Mei’s feelings for Elizabeth is to strong for the imprints to take effect.

A month later...

        On Febraruy 14, 2011

Mei and Elizabeth got married the Black and the Clearwater are also in the wedding Leah watch her imprint married Elizabeth Swan and it feel like her heart is being stab by a sword a thousand time than when sam left her for Emily when he imprinted on by Emily.

Renee and Phil are also their at thei wedding.

3 years later....

    Leah Clearwater hasn’t seen her imprint since he gotten married to Elizabeth Swan, but they heard from  Charlie that Elizabeth and Mei  had their first child which happen to be Twin daughters born on May 23, 2014 the oldest daughter was given the name Minako Eliza Narumiya then the secound daughter was given the name Serenity Diana Narumiya and they both look ifentical to their father.

 And 1 year after Minako and Serenity were born, Elizabeth gaved birth on another Daughter they name Makato Rose Narumiya  who look like her mother.

After that the Cullens Return after leaving leaving for10 years. They return and Bella broke up with Jake after dating for 9 and 1/2 years and Bella decided to marry Edward Fucking Cullen in short notice that her sister Elizabeth wasn’t able to come especially since Elizabeth just given birth to her youngest daughter so she couldn’t even come if she could.

            Renee and Charlie didn’t aproved Bella getting married to Edwsrd Cullen after 10 years being seperate and they only ever dated for 1 year atless if she had decided to marry Jake they would understand they bern together for 9 and 1/2 years. And unlike Elizabeth who began dating Mei when they were 17 years old got married when they were 24 and they are now both 27 years old like bella herself.

  And after the wedding Bella end up pregnant and give birth to Edward’s daughter Renesmee Carlie Cullen who Jake end up imprinting on. 

     Renesemee Cullen being half Vampire and half Human grows faster than a normal baby being 3 days old baby she already look like a 1 years old.

Jake decided to fallow his imprint when the Cullen left Forks and move to Alaska to be near Renesmee.

7 years after Renesmee was born and she is already fully grown more beauitful than her own mother.

   18 years later....

Minako nd Serenity Narumiya are both 19 years old and will start Collage in about a month, While Makato “Lita” Rose Narumiya is now 18 years old attending Inashiro like their parents did and all three of them love playing Baseball and Tennis. Their younger brother Daisuke Charlus Narumiya  who is currently 16 years old.

And he will be attending Inashiro as a 2nd year he was born in March  23, 2017.

He has our mother’s  golden brown hair and our father’s blue eyes.

       Sailor Pluto is quickly panicking since Sailor Venus, Sailor Jupiter and Princess Serenity are borth 19 year early than the rest of the sailor sailor scouts and Prince Endymione all just recently been born. The only good thing abou this is that Sailor Venus being reborn as the older twin of the Princess and Sailor Jupiter being the younger sister the two could protect Princess Serenity. And since only Sailor Venus and Sailor Jupiter and their Princess are reborn only Artemis is awaken while Luna stay asleep, until the other scouts are old enough. And because of this a huge change in the timeline small lady will never be born as the daughter of Neo Queen Serenity and Neo King Endymione, but she will still be born as her father’s daughter but she could never be the next princess of the moon. That role will belong to Princess Serenity’s future daughter.

  While Elizabeth and Mei are already 45 years old but they still look around their early 20′s since they work out alot to keep in shape and it keep them young.

The next year...

     On January 5, 2033

     Edward Cullen  and Bella are a divorcing each other after being married to one another for 19 years. He is leaving me after finding his real soul mate to the human woman that could match Rosalie’s own beauty Clarissa Ross

And even my daughter Renesmee love her then again we never see eye after she found out her imprint Jake Black and her use to date for almost nine and half years before she broke up with him to marry her father Edward.

I suppose it’s no suprise that my sister Elizabeth has always been more lucky in love than I ever did. She married the one man who would never willingly leave her even for his real soul mate, I know this for a fact since our Step sister Leah Cleawater end up imprinting on Mei Narumiya on my twin sister Elizaberhz’s husband. They been married for 23 years and they still love each other and they have 3 beautiful daughters and one handsome son together.

 After my divorce with Edward I left the Cullen covens and moved  yo England and become a a nomad vampire, where I found my real mate in Garrett Williams

Who was a solider when he was a human. He is also a human drinker. I also chsnge my diet after meeting my mate, I adjust to drinking Human blood well.

4 years later....

Minako end up marring her college boyfriend Wally West who is currently the hero Flash who took over the role of flash after his Uncle retried as the Flash.

While Serenity gotten married to her high school sweet heart Ryouta Kise

Who’s a pilot and part time model since middle school and a former baketball player and a member of the GOM.

Then their’s Lita who married to Hikaru Hitachiin.

They meet in College he has fashion desginer like his mother.

By the time Artemis return their memories of their past life they were all married and they will not be willing leave their husband for they already love them dearly.

Princess serenity cut the bond she has with Prince Endymione XII and called all the 7 rainbow crystal to become whole to her, while purging Queen Beryl out of Earth, after the task was done she hidden the sliver crystal inside her own body. By then our parents and younger brother already know our past life and they still accepted us as it turn out our mother was also reborn soul she was noble woman from Planet Jupiter and our Father was noble man from Planet Venus so really our younger brother is half Venusian and half Jupiterian.

 12 years later...

Sailor Mars and Sailor Mercury are both awaken by Luna, but by then  Minako, Serenity, and lita already has 11 years old daughters.

The oldest child is the Daughter of Minako and Wally West, her name is Irest Eliza West and she 11 years old born January 1, 2038.

The 2nd oldest is the Daughter of Princess Serenity and Ryouta Kise, her name is Hikari Serenity Kise

She has a younger twin brother by the name Takashi Mei Kise

The Kise twins were born in May 12, 2038.

Then their’s the final childe the daughter of Lita and Hikaru Hitachiin

her name Shizuka Rose Hitachiin born in December 5, 2038.

(Ignore the girl holding strawberry)

[pandawritesmanythings]

Coriander

(@writingsoftheloser 1.5k Writting Challenge)

A/N: Finally posting something after having such a long writing block. Anyway, thanks to @writingsoftheloser​ for allowing me to participate on her challenge! Congrats darling!

Summary: You decide to make an old brew your mama used to make. Loki is quite interested in finding out what your secrecy about it is about.

Warnings: None. Just a bunch of ol' fluff... And maybe some making out but I don't know if it counts.

Word Count: 2010

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The market buzzed with activity.

It was common for the vendors to see you run around since you were little through the market. Yet, they could still see the spark of wonder in your eyes now, years later.

"What will you be needing for today my dear?" Asked the old woman.

You smiled and finished looking at the menagerie of spices that she had in display. "I'll need some cumin, cilantro and basil please." You pointed to what you needed. "And give twice the portion for lavender."

People knew what a portion for you was. Three handfuls to be exact. So the old woman was slightly worried that you would take all her lavander and leave none for other people. Although is not like she could refuse.

People had noticed your affinity for magic and brewing potions since you were little. To be trained by the queen herself was not a small feat. The moment you were taken to the palace, the townsfolk had half expected for you to not come back ever. Yet here you were, every week at noon finding all the spices that you needed.

You skipped happily towards the castle. Leaving the sounds of the townsfolk behind. When the doors closed behind you, a small void opened in your heart. Oh, how you missed your home and your people. 

Carefully, you grabbed some of the cilantro and crushed it your hands, the aroma of the spice reaching your nose and reminding you of home. Of cooking with your mom. Of the market you had just left behind.

With a sigh, you kept walking towards your chambers. Servants and maids walked past you, and you made it your job to say hi and smile at all that you could. Something that you noticed in the palace was the lack of gratefulness towards the lower classes. That included the servants and maids.

Asgard had no slaves, but you were sure that this castle had to be built somehow. Specially knowing how Odin had been before his sons were born.

Reaching your chambers, you opened the door to be greeted by the different smells of spices and brewings that happened in your room.

The room was fairly small. The walls had shelves in them that were littered with books, maps and jars, giving the room a messy look. The fireplace where you brewed your potions made it feel cozy and gave the room a tint of orange.

Your bed was on the corner of the room. Simple with just two pillows and a sheet to cover yourself in the cold nights.

Walking towards the fire place where your cauldron was in you poured some water and placed it over the fire to warm up the water.

Then, taking the recently bought spices from your basket you started arranging them where they belonged. Little boxes right next to the fireplace that were labeled. The only organized part of the room.

As you did that you felt a chill running up your spine. You smiled to yourself and kept working, as if nothing had happened.

Reaching out with your seiðr, you sensed the second presence in the room and waited long enough for it to get close to you, and then...

"Hkk!" Loki was impressed. You were getting better at it.

"I think I won this time." You panted as you held him down in a key.

"Yes. But could you please let go?"

You released his arm and he stretched it to release some of the tension on it. "Good girl. One day you could get close to challenging me."

"I could beat your butt any day beanpole."

"Hanging out with the Widow really didn't do you no good did it?"

"She may have taught me a thing or two." You laughed as you turned around to close the box that Loki had distracted you from closing.

"Ah. Yes. Remind me to not let my brother drag you to one of his little heroic adventures ever again." He walked around your room and took a book to examine it.

"I am a free woman, I will do as I please." You said half joking and half seriously.

"So you are." He said as his eyes scanned the book.

He snapped the book close and walked towards you. "So. What kind of mischief are you brewing today?"

"The only one brewing mischief here is you Loki." You smiled pushing lightly to walk towards your now boiling cauldron. "But if you really want to know you can drop by in an hour."

"Oh, yes, I am interested. And may I know why I can't see the brewing process?" He leaned towards you as you started to add the spices in.

You turned to look at him raising an eyebrow. "Would it hurt too much if I told you it was a suprise?" You said shaking your hands sarcastically.

"Keeping secrets from your friend? You hurt me darling."

You started pushing him out of the room. "Yeah, yeah, whatever. Come back in an hour if you are so interested."

"But what if I lose interest by then? What will you-" He started with a smirk teasingly, but you interrupted before he could finish.

"Well, I guess it will become my best kept secret!" And you closed the door on his slightly shocked but amused face.

You breathed out a laugh and walked back to the cauldron to keep working on your special brew.

It was a special brew that your mother had taught you before any spell or potion.

"If there is something a woman needs, in a world dominated by men, is to know how to take care of herself. This will help you whenever you need it my dear..."

Those had been her words before she taught you your first brew. The most basic of them all.

About an hour later you were almost done, you just needed to add the last ingredient. Coriander, or as it was better known, cilantro.

Just as you were about to add it, Loki quietly opened the door to your room.

"Alright, let's see what-"

He stopped as he entered the room, he looked at you as you added the spice, your eyes trained on him.

Loki had never experienced such an aroma. He had expected one, usually your room smelled fresh and what he could only describe as tasty because of the different spices and brews that you did in your room.

But this was different. It was an aroma that seemed to wrap him in a warm hug, as if it could melt his problems away just by tasting what was inside the cauldron. It made him hungry for whatever you had concocted. 

"What is... that?" He asked, trying to reign his emotions and thoughts.

"My mum's special brew." You smiled tenderly and with a wooden spoon you stirred the blend.

"Well, what is it?" He walked closer, hands itching to grab the spoon from your hands and try it.

What sort of magic spell had this brew casted on him? What spell had you wrapped him on?!

"What I need when I'm craving home." You dipped the spoon in the water and raised it to his lips. "Chicken soup."

"Soup?"

"What were you expecting exactly?"

"Definetly, not soup."

"Aw, you big baby, try it."

You passed him the spoon and warily he sipped the steaming liquid. He had never tried anything that didn't come from the castle's kitchen, but norns if this had poison, give him more of it.

He savored it, but reserved his opinion.

"So? How is it?" You asked, slightly nervous since you hadn't prepared it in years.

"Would me saying that I wouldn't mind having a bowl of that count as an opinion?" He raised an eyebrow mockingly.

You smiled, knowing that was the closest to a compliment you were ever going to get. "Yeah. That counts."

You served him a bowl and then another on for yourself. You added a branch of the cilantro to decorate the bowls.

Both of you sat on the bed and started to silently eat the soup.

"So, your mum's brew?"

"Yeah."

"Haven't tried it in a while, I suppose."

"Yeah..."

You didn't notice the moment that silent tears started running down your cheeks, but you supposed that the nostalgia and the sudden longing for your home had become too much for you.

To your suprise you weren't the only one who was having a problem controlling her tears.

Loki was silently crying.

It was kind of beautiful. The light of the fire giving his face a tint of opaque orange as a single tears ran down his cheekbones, would recollect on his chin and then drop to the ground. He was looking straight ahead. No muscle even indicating that he was weak in anyway. No trembling lip. No shaky shoulders. And no messy crying. Just single, strong tears falling down his face.

Trying to wake him up from his sort of trance, you wiped away a tear that was falling with your thumb. He snapped his face at you, a look of surprise crossing his face.

"Mum's chicken soup had an affinity from letting you get all you fear and sadness out." You smiled, your thumb still stroking his cheekbone, occasionally wiping another stray tear.

He silently reached his hand to your face to wipe your own tears. 

So now, both sitting in your bed, arms slightly linking, each wiping the other's tears, you noticed how intimate you were with eachother.

"What do you think makes it so?" He moved closer to you, his hand moving from wiping the tears of your face to cradling your neck.

"I think, it must be the coriander..." You whispered.

"And why is that?" He asked, running his hand through your hair, making you loll your head into his hand at the relaxing motion.

"I believe... The coriander can make you show your true colors... Your hidden worth... But only to those who hide who they are."

He moved even closer, your knees now touched and his other hand had found a place in your waist.

"And what darling could we have to hide?" He was only a whisper away.

"Who we are. How much we care. How we think of ourselves based on others."

"Do you want to know how much I care?"

"It would be lovely if you could enlighten me..." You teased giving him a peck on his lips.

He then, took your bowls and without breaking eye contact with you, placed them on a bookshelf, where they wouldn't fall and mess your carpet. But as soon as the boiling bowls were no longer a hazard he sealed his lips to yours. 

The movement of his lips was hypnotic. Making you melt on the spot from the simple conection of his lips and his hands on your jaw and your hips.

The hand in your jaw softly guided you away from his lips, and you were sure that he was done when he started kissing your neck.

However, even though it should have been quite intimate. His kisses made you more ticklish than anything.

"Wait! Loki! Stop- you're- Oh norns- Hahaha! Stop!" You laughed as he attacked your neck.

You both fell on your bed and he hovered over you. You just stared at eachother for a bit before he spoke.

"Do you really think I have something to hide?"

You stared into his eyes silently. 

"Maybe." Your hand caressed his face. "I just know, that people are wrong about you. You care, Loki. I can see how much you care. I know you'd do anything for your mom and Thor... And I even like to think that you would do anything for me."

"If you keep saying things like that I'm going to think you're in love with me." He avoided your claims, but you could see in his face the tenderness.

A silence settled between the both of you.

"I think I am." And you closed the distance once again.

[nad-zeta]

Match up ^o^

May I request a Match up, please?

I’m at the part when I have to choose a route and I honestly don’t know/care. So I decided why not let some lovely internet stranger choose for me? Who do you think I would pair the best with?

I also noticed how much effort and detail you put into these so I decided that it was only fair to try to put in just as much effort in requesting. Or maybe I am just extremely vain so blabbering on this much about myself comes naturally (I also wouldn’t be too suprised if this were the case lol). Either way, I apologise for this getting so long. And without further ado, let’s learn about yours truly. Uh, yay?

I will start with my physical appearance because that’s easiest.  

First of all, I am rather tall for a woman. Pair that with the fact that I constantly wear boots with 8 centimetre or greater heels and I almost always cap out somewhere above 182 centimetres (that’s 6 feet in American). So yes. I’m not exactly the approachable type, on the account of my height and near constant resting bitch face. I always look pissed off at something (and to be fair, I usually am).

I am a brunette with boring brown eyes. Nothing of note there. 

I prefer to walk on my toes, for whatever reason. I also have great posture when I walk and these two factors always make it seem like I am floating. I’ve been told that I always seem very confident and self-assured. Which is complete bullshit because 90% of the time, I am winging it. 

I am a dancer (of sorts. More on that later), so I am rather slim and toned. This is literally the only aspect of my physicality that I am actually confident in. The rest of me can burn in hell for all I care. 

I am also very touch adverse. I hate the feeling of skin touching my skin it grosses me touch. However. There are a select few people in this world that I accept and enjoy hugs and cuddles from (and who I could snuggle with for hours). If I let anyone cuddle me that means I trust said person unconditionally and feel extremely comfortable around them. It’s essentially the ultimate statement of trust.

Onto personality.

If you can’t already tell, I have about as much dignity as a wet cat. I while I certainly do have an ego, it can be kind of difficult to bruise. Publically, I am absolutely shameless and don’t give two shits about what others think. 

I have a tongue of steel and can rapid fire the most atrocious insults and comebacks when provoked. I’m known for my venomous sarcasm and biting wit among my own circles. I have a line for nearly every single situation so one-liners have become my thing. Which works out for me because I am a huge flirt.

I’ll flirt with pretty much anyone regardless of gender, I don’t give a crap. To clarify, it’s not because I am an attention whore (okay, yes. I am a complete attention whore), it’s because I am a theatre kid so excessive eye contact and sexual jokes are kinda where I thrive. I am also not afraid to get questionably lascivious with my flirting if someone tries to out-pace me. I never blush, I never falter, and I never let anyone know that they got the better of me. It shows weakness. 

Despite my salacious façade, I am not inherently a sexual person. As a matter of fact, I am quite the opposite. I don’t experience sexual attraction (kudos to my asexual humans. I see you). This has rendered me practically immune to all charm, crushes, and sex appeal. It makes my life a lot easier, in my opinion. I don’t get too attached. I also enjoy messing around with the egos of fuck boys. 

As mentioned earlier, I am an attention whore. I love showing off because I crave validation (this could point to some deep seated insecurities about myself that I refuse to acknowledge…. Ahem). Being on stage as where I thrive. And yes, I am a dancer, as I stated earlier. But I am not your conventional prissy ballerina. I am a circus performer. More specifically, I’m an aerialist. I have covered trapeze, contortion (I am unnaturally flexible), lyra, and silks. It’s a lot of fun almost dying every day and finding bruises in the most questionable places (if you cant already tell, I am an adrenaline junkie. I took karate for the first dozen or so years of my life and have recently been searching for more weapons combat classes because apparently I don’t have enough bruises already).

I am not easily impressed. And I don’t give out compliments very often. And that includes myself. I can be unnecessarily hard on myself at times… most of the time. But then again, who isn’t? 

As for the side of me that isn’t stark-raving mad, I am usually a pretty objective person. While I have no qualms with discussing emotions (both mine and friend’s. I am a great listener and actually give pretty good advice when it comes to dealing with intense emotions). I tend to avoid letting them interfere with my logic. I look down on those who allow their emotions to dictate their actions. It makes them needlessly reckless. 

I am typically a pretty chill person. When I am among people I am unfamiliar with, I tend to stay quiet and try not to rock the boat too much (again, I won’t hesitate to unleash a severe tongue lashing upon any poor soul who happens to rub me the wrong way… Or just happens to exist. I don’t take shit from other people and I hate it when others try to control me. (I don’t play rough, I play smart). 

I really enjoy reading, writing, or drawing quietly. I can’t stand loud and excessive noises or people (parties, screaming, concerts). I am a true extroverted introvert. I love being the center of attention and chatting, but I need my alone time. People are exhausting to deal with. 

Because of my aversion to loud sounds, I tend to avoid typical dance parties like the plague. While I am very good with mingling and partying in general, I can only keep it up in short bursts before I have to retreat somewhere quiet. This is also the reason I greatly prefer the nighttime (if I had a choice I would sleep all day and only frolick around at night. I just love the dark. It’s comforting in a weird way). I also love the night because that’s when I get to sleep and just peace out on life. It’s kinda like non-committal dying.

I am near constantly on hyper-alert so I am not easily startled. When I do get startled, I have a tendency to squeak, yelp or growl. These noses are purely reactionary sounds but for whatever reason, my friends think that they are absolutely adorable and will go to great lengths to startle me just to hear me make them.

To counteract my friend’s malevolence, I have learnt to be super observant, especially when I feel threatened. Usually, I am caught up on my own world and thoughts. I have an imagination so powerful that I can trick my brain into feeling false sensations such as an extra limb or falling. I much prefer to spend my time in my head rather than our boring reality. But if I feel threatened, or think that another attack is imminent, I instantly become hyper aware. These moments of lucidity enable me to make certain observations others would otherwise be overlooked (for example. I was able to tell when my professor lost her wedding ring due to the discoloration around her ring finger and the habitual and near-constant worrying she did at it. I offered to help her look after class ^.^. I admittedly felt kinda smug when I saw her surprise.) Ironically enough, I like to refer to this mode of thinking as “Sherlocking”. I can be quite the detective when I really try. 9 out of 10 times my friends will come to me when they suspect infidelity, I am pretty good at digging up dirt. 

However, I have to make the conscious decision to do this, usually when I am trying to figure someone out or manipulate them into liking me. So this isn’t constant and usually I go about my day like everyone else, blissfully unaware of my surroundings.

Uhh, there is probably more I could cover but this is getting very long as-is and you are probably forcing yourself to get through my seemingly eternal ramblings. So I am going to stop here and go grab myself some food. 

Best of luck to you,

-November

Hi there love!<3 you sound like such a cool interesting person! ^_^ Hehehe I probs took so long with this match up that you already chose a new route lol! Anyways thanx for waiting soooooo long for this and I hope ya enjoy it love ^0^ ^_^

I match you with……………………… Masamune

Honestly, it was between Masamune and Mitsuhide for me lol but i eventually decided to go with Masamune 

The first time Masamune sees you, his eyes go wide in awe, like wow you are one tall fine lady! He has legit never met anyone so tall. After you were named as chatelaine, you stayed behind with some of the warlords to chat and get to know them better, you are after all going to be seeing their faces every day for the next 3 months. 

Right of the bat, Masamune is howling in laughter at the fact that you are way taller than Ieyasu. You, Masamune and Mitsuhide basically tease the poor porcupine for a solid 20 minutes. “My my I never expected such a scary-looking little mouse to be so bubbly and friendly.” 

Oooh, this boy just stared a war of wits. Today day was a good day cause your tongue of steel was rapidly firing witty words and sarcastic remarks at the resident kitsune. He almost couldn’t keep up, almost. Masamune was just standing there watching the whole scene unfold, you truly were going to be a lot of fun! Masamune decided to test out that tongue of steel of your and started firing some flirty pick-up line, while unbeknown to him you are the queen of one-liners, and have no shame when it comes lascivious flirting. Masamune, of course, never backs down from a challenge, and he was determined to make you blush. The conversation got so heated that it made even Hideyoshi blush on your behalf. You simply laughed and fired another one of your pick-up lines.

After the little chat in the hallway and a massive speech from mama bear for talking about things that were not PG13, cause of the kids *cough* Mitsunari *cough*, you and Masamune become quick friends. He had never met a woman before that was immune to his boyish wild charm, and handsome sexual appeal. Masamune was definitely popular with the woman, not as popular as Hideyoshi, but he was definitely a fuckboi. As surprised as he was, that his normal antics didn't work on you, his ego wasn’t dented one bit, it just made him more determined to get to know you. 

Masamune definitely finds your flirtatious nature attractive, especially when you managed to score the two of you free sweet bun just by flirting with the shop owner, he was, even more, shook when the shop owner was a woman, your flirtation truly knows no bounds. The two of you would spend loads of time together, just going out for tea and sweets while getting to know each other. TBH although Masamune would never admit it, he found it refreshing that you weren't just his friend simply cause he was hot or cause you wanted to climb in stations but because you actually liked him as a person. You and Masamune definitely made an unstoppable team when it came to banquets. The two of you would team up and start teasing everyone there. When you two cuties are together its always a good time with loads of laughter and banter

Masamune discovered that you like him, was an adrenaline junkie. He loved that he finally had someone around that would do stupid shit with him just for the thrill of it. The two of you would go out on adventures 24/7 jumping down waterfalls and hiking up cliffs. The two of you goofball would also dare each other to do the craziest shit. Like one-time Masamune dared you to jump off the castle’s roof onto your balcony, and you freaken did it, no questions asked. Or like the one time you dared him to put his head in Shogetsu mouth, mind you the little cub was now grown into a full-blown tiger

One day you and Masa went to go watch one of Mitsuhide’s undercover performances. The three of you were investigating a shady daimyo in one of the nearby provinces. The three of you disguised yourselves as performers and joined a circus troop as their new dancers. You were so excited, the stage is where you truly come alive. You had promised Masa to show him something that would shock/surprise him after he gave you the grand tour of  Azuchi. Today was the day, you had kept your dance and performances a secret from the two men, and now it was finally time to show them what you can do. You had 3 different performances planned. The first one was contortion. To say Masamune was shook would be an understatement he never knew anyone could be so freaken flexible, like wow. Your next performance was aerial dancing, his blue eye gleamed in delight, watching you move through the air so gracefully. If he wasn’t sure before he was sure now, this boy loved ya. But what really took his breath away was when you trapezed through the air, he was absolutely mesmerized at the way you flew through the air doing back-flips and other cool ass tricks. Masamune loved the look of pure joy on your face as you performed and after the show, you explained to him that you were a theatre kid back in the past. Mitsuhide definitely took note of your skills, and since that day you now accompanied him on most missions that required him to disguise himself as a performer.

Masamune loved everything about you at this point. Your overdramatic introvert/extrovert personality. The way you walked. Gosh, he loved the way you walked, it looked like you were an angel floating around wherever you went. He loved your banter and one-liner for every situation. And most of all he loved your hyper-alert side. Boy did he love to come up behind you to scare the crap outta you just so he could hear you squeak, yelp or growl. Like he lived for those adorably cute noises. And you somewhere along the line had fallen in love with the big idiot. He was always coming up with new fun adventures to go on or new fun things to do. He was one of those few people that could actually keep up with your banter

What was he most impressed with you may ask, well you Sherlocking skills of course. One day there were rumours of some super shady daimyos visiting Azuchi. Word on the street was that they were planning on stealing Mitsunari report to make the poor angel look bad. Mitsuhide was away sorting out some other plots and schemes, so it was now up to you to use your skills, to save the angel. You used your detective skill to gather evidence, and since your inner circle knew you were from the future, you were planning on catching them in the act and filming them for evidence. Masamune was always up for an adventure, so he acted as you own personal Watson. The two of you hid while watching the whole scene unfold, once they left the room the two of you came out. “What do you think they are going to do with the report lass,” he asked while his blue eye gleamed in delight. “Hmmmmm, I believe they are going to burn the evidence in the forest” you replied in your best British accent. Masamune couldn’t help but laugh. The two of you made your way to a secluded part of the forest and spotted them making a fire. Masamune looked at you curiously “How did you know they were going to be in this exact spot.” “Elementary, my dear Masamune.” He couldn’t help but burst out in laughter you really were a super fun kitten. Unfortunately for the two of you, they heard you guys laughing behind the trees and before you knew it, the two of you were surrounded. One of the men had a sword right at your throat ready to cut you open, that is when you shocked them by not backing down from the fight, you hit the sword away with one of your own gifted to you by your dearest one-eyed dragon. “ Point that sword at me one more time and i’ll slash your Achilles’ tendons, and TBH given the medicine situation of this time, no one would know how to fix your injury, so I hope you like hobbling around on one leg for the rest of your life cause that is what will happen.” These men were shook; meanwhile, Masa was next to you howling in laughter, “She’s not joking boys, this lass delivers on her threats.” You had never seen grown men run away from a fight so fast. You and Masamune picked up Mitsunari’s report that had fallen on the ground during the commotion and walked back hand in hand

You didn’t really like skin touching skin, but TBH you definitely like the warm feeling of Masamune’s hand warmed around yours. The two of you had come to fall in love with each other, and it wasn’t long before you two cuties entered into a relationship. Despite both of you being adrenaline junkies, both of you also loved your quiet times. Often you would sit together in his manor each doing your own thing. You would read and write, and Masamune would sit at his desk pretending to work (Cause admin is so freaken boring). 

The two of you would have the best time together during banquets you loved being the centre of attention and would chat with everyone, but as the night would progress you would start feeling a bit drained and that’s when the one-eyed dragon would swoop in, pick you up and takes you to a quiet corner where the two of you cuddle and snuggle together.

He would spoil you rotten with the most amazing food, he would basically, cook anything your heart desires just to see that beautiful smile on your face. His heart would always burst with affection whenever he cuddles and kiss you, he knew that the fact that you allowed him to cuddle you was the ultimate statement of trust between the two of you.

Often the two of you cuties can be found causing mischief and giving Mamayoshi more grey hairs or cuddled together sharing stories of your day

Other potential matches............... Mitsuhide 

Hope u enjoyed it dear @november-solarstorms

[whumping-newbie]

BTHB: Don’t Let Them See You Cry

@badthingshappenbingo

So no one requested this per se, but I’m on a bit of a Michał streak and it’s been a while since I did a BTHB square. I am still doing it so feel free to request one :) also I finally posted the updated square so yay

I’m probably going to continue this little story arc because I don’t ever actually touch much of Michał in the story even though he is kind of important, so look forward to seeing more of him :)

POV: Michał

Warnings: scars, injuries, referenced/implied noncon (very very vague).

I had prepared myself to expect the worst. It was basically second nature at this point - anything that could be happening to someone, be prepared to see something happen that is at least ten times worse than I had initially imagined.

I hated that I had to do this. I hated having to prepare myself for what I would see, to practice stoicism, to rehearse a blank face, to act indifferent to their treatment.

I honestly wish that I could do more to help them, and that was the worst feeling. The prisoners were literally chained down, tied up, or cuffed to something, but physical restraints don’t feel quite as heavy as the ones I bare. The restraint to stay silent, stand aside, and let those poor, innocent people get hurt - otherwise all of this is for nothing.

Emil had asked me to come to his office today. One of the terrorists had given him information that he needed to verify.

I tried to keep telling myself that this was all going to help people. That being where I am, doing what I am doing, is all part of the plan to remove the General from power.

But that belief was tried and tested every single time I heard a fear-filled scream, or a cry of pain, or someone begging for mercy.

It was easier to not associate myself with Emil’s victims because I didn’t know them personally. For all I know, they could be real criminals, I just don’t know. It was easier to remain stoic when I knew as little as possible about their circumstances. It was difficult to ignore screams and cries of pain all the same, it was just... simpler, somehow.

That changed today, and my confidence in my own indifference was truly put to the test.

I had knocked on the door in the grander area of the castle, an area that Emil stole from its previous occupant, and waited. I didn’t hear anyone within until quiet footsteps crept closer to the door, unclicked the lock, and opened the door.

I wasn’t sure who I was expecting to open the door. It wasn’t Emil, certainly. He walked around with a proud arrogance, clicking his shoes everywhere. He wouldn’t have approached the door so silently.

I just wished I could have expected the bright blue eyes of Matylda to be smiling up at me. Instead, she cowered beneath me, opening the door fully and stepping aside, keeping her head down and her hands glued to her sides.

Did she see my expression, I wonder? Did she catch a glimpse at the slip of my mask? The moment my straight face morphed into suprise, horror, at what I was seeing?

The last time I saw Matylda was the day the General overthrew the country. The last time I saw her, she was decked in a yellow and orange dress, flowers in her hair untameable blonde curls that shone like the sunshine. True, she was terrified of the many gunshots that we were hearing, but just an hour beforehand, she had been happy. Smiling. Bringing a glow to the entire group, laughing with the others, celebrating with them.

But now... what on earth had Emil done to her, in the eight months since then, that had broken her down so?

She had no marks on her face. Her face was still as young and beautiful as I remember it, but I wish I could say the same for the rest of her. She had bruises wrung around her wrists, red marks on her neck beneath the leather collar she was wearing. As she stood to the side, I caught a glimpse of her back. The dress she was wearing had an exposed back, and I could see exactly why she was being made to wear this. There were scars, inflamed and red and recent. What were those? Welts? Cuts? Burns? I couldn’t tell. She didn’t make a single sound as she moved to the side either, maintaining a fearful silence. Her once bright curls seemed duller, and they shielded her face from my gaze.

“Ah, Michał,” Emil said, looking up from his work table in the middle of the room, “please, come in.”

I stepped past Matylda and approached Emil, standing straight just in front of him, stood to attention with my hands behind my back. I heard the door close and lock quietly behind me, and knew that it was Matylda, but I couldn’t look at her. She looked so sad, so hurt, so afraid, it was heartbreaking to remember what she was once like.

“I have a job for you to do for me, Michał,” he stated politely, inviting me to take a seat at the table with him. I obliged, keeping my back as straight as I had previously.

I heard the gentle sound of those quiet footsteps behind me, trying to be as silent as possible. I kept looking at Emil as he spoke, barely paying any attention to Matylda who dropped soundlessly to her knees beside Emil, her hands on her lap, her eyes downcast.

“A job, sir?” I asked, pretending not to see what Emil was doing. He was running his fingers through her hair gently, and she had visibly tensed up against him.

“Yes, my little informant has divulged the location of a resistance hideout,” he stated, “I want you to go and investigate whether or not this is a real hideout and report back to me.”

“Will I be taking this on alone?” I asked.

“Of course,” he nodded, leaning forward in his chair and removing his hand from Matylda’s hair, “it raises less suspicion. I just want you to go and confirm whether or not treasonous activity is taking place. If it is, I want you to report back to me, and we can crush the little nest before the infestation spreads.”

I watched him shuffle through the papers on the table, pushing one of the papers my way. A map, a map of the city - there was a red circle just next to the old library.

“My little informant tells me that their base is under the old library,” he told me, leaning back in his chair again, his fingertips intwined with one another.

“But wasn’t the library burned down?” I recalled, looking up at him from the paper.

“Indeed it was. The catacombs beneath it, however...” he trailed off, getting to his feet whilst pushing his chair backwards, “well, you should get ready. The sooner you complete the mission, the better.”

I rose to my feet too, “and if there is nothing there?”

“Destroy the catacombs. Prevent little rats from infesting it,” he said, standing just behind the still kneeling Matylda, before slowly crouching down behind her, “if you return sucessful, I’m sure I can arrange a... suitable reward for you,” Emil put his hands on Matylda’s shoulder, running his hand up and down the nape of her neck, crooning near her ear. I heard a small noise escape her, and it sounded so petrified, that I could only guess what he is referring to. That noise, barely above a whimper, barely noticeable, was soul crushing to think about. Honestly, the very idea of what he was implying was making me feel sick. If that is what he has been doing to Matylda, ‘giving’ her as a reward to people... “the General will be pleased with your work. You’re dismissed,” he got back into his seat again, looking over the documents. I saluted him.

But I could not get out of there fast enough.

The moment I was alone, the very moment I reached the grounds around the back of the castle, I turned to the nearest wall and punched it with all the anger I built up whilst being sat in that room with them.

I wasn’t worried about being spotted, this area is too enclosed for that, but I would be heard if I made enough noise.

My head swam with awful thoughts. Of Emil, of Matylda, of what he could possibly be doing to her, to make her so fearful of his touch and so obedient to his every whim. All I could see was that small young woman, flinching at his every touch, those bruises on her wrists, whatever injury it was on her back. I cradled my bloody knuckle and leaned against the wall with my eyes screwed shut, not caring about the injury to my hand.

My injury is barely a scratch compared to whatever she is going through with that psycho who issues my orders.

I couldn’t hold back the tears anymore. I didn’t care enough to stop myself either. My pride and my dignity are worth nothing when hers is probably tattered far more than mine. I don’t deserve to get the easy life, I don’t deserve willful ignorance, I don’t deserve to live like I hadn’t just seen someone in need and could do not a damn thing to help her.

But I have to tell myself that this is all for her, all for her friends too.

If that is what Matylda is going through, her friends are suffering the same, if not worse.

This is just the excuse I need to go see the resistance, I just have to hope that they will help me. I can’t help all five of the girls by myself.

But if I can save just one of them, for now at least... I might be able to sleep at night.

[goodbyejuly]

[High school heartthrob!Joy]

Warning: some language

Genre: fluff, angst, AU!

((feat. Jaehyun of NCT and Yeri of Red Velvet))

Summary: Park Sooyoung is your school’s heartthrob and your ex-best friend. After a quick reunion, you soon realize that you might have feelings for her. But you can make them go away, right?

Park Sooyoung is a Goddess walking among mere mortals

Well, that's what everyone at your school says

You never really understood it

I mean yeah she's stunning, she radiates confidence, and it seems as if she could make literally anyone fall for her

But, why does everyone act like she's a flawless being from the heavens?

She's just a high school senior after all

You weren't jealous,no, of course not

You had no hard feelings to Sooyoung

In fact, you two used to be the best of friends in elementary but as the two of you grew older the two of you grew apart

But I mean, it happens

Neither of you had harsh feelings towards each other, you're just each other's acquaintances after all

Classmates, nothing more, nothing less

When you walk into your final class you notice a green piece of paper placed upon your desk

When you open it up you see a short note written in ink

To Y/N,

I know it's been a while since we've talked to each other but I would really like for us to pick up where we left off. Met me at our special spot(I know you remember where that is ;)) I wanna talk. What do you say?

From, Sooyoung♡

"Looks like Y/N got a confession~"

You jump at the cooing of you best friend Yeri, only for her to laugh at your reaction

"Did you put this here, because it's really not funny" you say in a stern voice

Yeri always pulled jokes but this, this is not ok

"Of course not. I may be a jerk but I'm not an asshole."

Of course, Yeri wouldn't do this, you and Sooyoung are the only people that know about that spot. Which means, Sooyoung actually wrote this

"So, who's it from?" she asks

"There's no name" you lie

Whatever Sooyoung wants to talk about must be pretty secret, why else would she want to meet in your special secret place?

It's probably best to keep it between the two of you

"Oh, so it's a secret admirer! How romantic~" she says as she tries to swoon in your arms

"You're so cheesy" you giggle, Yeri was always such a hopeless romantic

"Hey, I'm not the one in a secret relationship, lovebird" she teases "Anyways, have fun with your love life boo. Keep me updated!" she says as she walks to her seat

You could barely pay attention in class

All you could think of was Sooyoung

What did she want? And why now? You guys haven't talked in years

The second you hear the bell you bolt out of the classroom

"Y/N wait up!" you hear Yeri shout from behind you

"I gotta go, I'll talk to you later" you shout back

"Oh, um, ok. Bye!" you wave and say your goodbyes and begin speed walking to the park

Once you get there you climb over the fence separating the park from the forest and carefully tread through tall the grass

After a few minutes of walking, you hear the sound of a small waterfall

You're so close!

You finally see a lake with a small waterfall surrounded by flowers, bushes and other types of beautiful greenery

Just as you were about to question where Sooyoung was you see the girl emerge from the lake

God, you knew she was beautiful but the image of her in front of you now was on a whole different level

"Sorry, maybe I should've told you to bring a swimsuit or something" her soft voice broke you from your thoughts

"Oh, n-no it's ok. I don't have to swim we, we can just talk" you struggled to say the words that popped in your head

Why are you stuttering, it's just Sooyoung get a hold of your self

"How have you been these past years? It's been a while hasn't it?" She ask as she dries herself

"I've been good, what about you? You say while looking away from her, you feel you'll stumble over your words again if you stare at her form any longer

She sighs, "Recently I've been pretty bad and that's kinda the reason why I need to talk to you"

You look at her suprised, Sooyoung's never really felt "bad", that's where her nickname Joy comes from

Whatever it is, it must be bad

"I've realized a few things about some people I called my friends. They don't care about me, they just use me to get what I want"

As sad as it is it makes sense

Sooyoung's one of the most popular people at school, being friends with her is enough to give many popularity, of course people would abuse that

"I cried about it the other day. I thought I had nobody. But I started to think about it more and, I realized, you are one of the only friends I've ever had. So I want to ask if we can be the friends we were all those years ago? It would mean a lot to me right now."

When you look into her eyes all you see is pain and a little desperation

This girl has spent years being surrounded by people who wanted to use her. She needed someone

You would be that someone

"Of course, I'll be here for you" you say in a comforting but firm voice

You want her to know that you won't let her down like others have, you'll be a true friend

The next day at school you tell Yeri that Sooyoung is gonna sit with the two of you at lunch

"What! How can you say that so easily? PARK FUCKING SOOYOUNG is sitting with us at lunch today, dreams really do come true"

You can't help but laugh, Yeri was always so dramatic, in a good way though

"Does our little get together have something to do with the 'talk' you and Sooyoung had yesterday?" She says with a little smirk on her face

"Hm, No comment" you retort with the exact same smirk on your face

"Ok, so now I know this has EVERYTHING to do with your 'talk'"

Once you and Yeri buy your lunch you head to your table and begin talking about the stupid shit you always talk about

But when you look up you see Sooyoung walking over to you guys, you notice she's with someone

"Hi!" she says cheerful like always "I hope you guys don't mind that I brought another friend with me. This is Jaehyun, you probably know him he's the captain of the basketball team"

You knew exactly who Jaehyun was

Captain of the national champion basketball team, popular throughout the whole school, and another heartthrob

"Hi, I'm Y/N, it's so nice to finally meet you!" you say with a fake smile

It's not like you didn't like Jaehyun, he's a really nice guy in fact

It's just, Jaehyun was friends with Sooyoung before you two had your talk so you feared that he might be just like the others

Or that the others would use him to get back to Sooyoung

But if Sooyoung still hangs out with him that must mean he's a real friend, and if Sooyoung trusts him, you trust him too

Your first lunch as a whole was pretty awkward you guys didn't say much besides basic things

But as the weeks went by the four of you guys became inseparable

You would hang out all the time during and outside of school

And as you hung out you started to notice somethings about Sooyoung

Like how much she smiled

Or how she moved her whole body whenever she got scared

But these observations made you notice something else

Maybe, just maybe, Sooyoung meant more to you than a 'reunited friend'

Maybe you lov-

No, what are you thinking

You can't love her, you can't even imagine the hell people would put you and Sooyoung through if the found out their beloved heartthrob was dating a regular student

And thats assuming she would even like you back

I have to get these thoughts out of my head you told yourself

So you came up with a plan of getting with someone else

Someone to take your mind off of Sooyoung

The only person you possibly thought would work was Jaehyun

You quickly pick up your phone and call Jaehyun

You knew how late it was and you were praying that he would still be awake

"Y/N? What's wrong" you hear his sleepy voice on the other end

"Can you meet me at the park? I need to show you something"

"Uh, sure. Do you want me to go see if Sooyoung can come?"

"No!" you practically shout "I just want it to be you and me"

There was a slight pause from his line,

"Ok, I'll be there soon"

The second you hung up you felt a little bit of guilt but it was too late to take it back, you've already chosen your path

When you get to the park you see Jaehyun sitting on a bench scrolling through his phone

"Hey, thank you for coming. Especially this late at night" you say feeling bad since he most likely has to wake up early for basketball practice

"It's no problem really. I couldn't sleep anyways" he says with drowsiness in his voice

You can tell he's lying

By the sound of his voice, his droopy eyes, and his sluggish movements

The guilt builds up even more as you see Jaehyun yawn for what seems like the millionth time

But you don't say anything, deciding to stick with your plan

"Follow me, I wanna show you something" you say as you begin walking in the woods

He follows you without any hesitation

You can't tell if it's because he can barely think straight because of how tired he is or if he doesn't want to be left alone in the dark

But once again, you say nothing

As you begin to hear the faint sound of the waterfall you suddenly feel tons of guilt pile onto you

You were taking Jaehyun to you and Sooyoung's spot

You and Sooyoung's special, secret spot

The promise of never bringing anyone else there was about to be broken the second Jaehyun saw it

You pause, taking a quick second to mentally debate with yourself about the decision you were about to make

What would this do to your friendship, breaking a decade long promise

But then again, you and Sooyoung aren't kids anymore it's immature to fight over this

You hear Jaehyun release another yawn from behind you

"Are you ok?" he asks with the most concern his tired voice can offer

"Yeah, I-I just thought I saw something. But it's ok"

He nods and follows you as you continue to your destination

"Woah, this place is beautiful" he says "How did you find it?"

"I used to run around in the forest when I was younger and one day I found this. From that day on, I made this my special spot"

When those words left your mouth you wanted to slap yourself for not even mention Sooyoung but since you didn't want Jaehyun to ask too many questions you left her name out of it.

"Come here" you say while patting the rock you were sitting on "Sit with me"

When he sits down you place your hand over his so he looks straight at you

"I brought you here so I could tell you something" you start "I wanted to tell you that I really lik-"

You were cut off by sudden rustling noises

"Somethings coming" Jaehyun says as he stands up abruptly

No, not now! I was so close

Whatever the cause of that noise was, you didn't want it to ruin your plan

"Jaehyun, kiss me!" you yell

"What?" his voice laced with so much confusion

"Kiss me!" you grab both of his hands this time and stare into his eyes

He hesitates at first but then he slowly leans in a presses his lips to yours softly

You did it, your plan worked

You kissed someone else

But why are you still thinking of Sooyoung?

Why were you still thinking of her smile, her laughter, her lips on yours?

Why are you imagining her instead of the boy that's giving you affection right now?

"Y/N?"

You know that voice, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!

You and Jaehyun immediately break apart and look in the direction of the voice

And to no surprise, it was Sooyoung herself

"Um, what are you doing here?” you say trying your best to not to sound guilty

"What am I doing here? What is he doing here?" she questions while pointing at Jaehyun

When you look over to him you feel like trash

He looked like a lost and confused puppy

And you made him that way

You used him because you were too afraid of your feelings for Sooyoung

"Sooyoung, I can explain I swear" you say desperately

"Then explain" she says with so much anger it's scary

"I-" you wanted so badly to say something but there was nothing

You were completely in the wrong, and there was no way to defend your actions

You put your head down in shame and you here Sooyoung start to sniffle

"Did, did you use me to get to Jaehyun?" she cries

"No, Joy I-"

"Don't you dare use that name, you have no right to call me that. I- I can't fucking believe you. I thought you were really my friend but no you're just pathetic" shes adds as she begins to leave

You couldn't think of what to say or do

All you could do was cry

And thats what you did

It wasn't long before Jaehyun tried to comfort you

"Y/N you shouldn't stay here, let's go home ok?"

When you leave the forest, Jaehyun offers to walk you home but you turn him down because you've already caused too much trouble for him

When you make it home you continue to cry,and cry until you fall asleep

The next day you see that you have 20 missed calls from Yeri

"Great, now she knows too" today was going to be hell for you

When you walk into class you are immediately pulled to the side by Yeri

"What the actual hell is wrong with you?"

You've never seen Yeri angry before so you were definitely surprised by her outburst

"How could you possibly do that to someone? Especially Joy weren't you guys friends"

You wanna cry when you hear her nickname, all it does is remind you of last night

You begin to explain the issuse to your best friend

"Wow, I had no idea you could do something so stupid but you seriously proved that wrong" she says and you can tell she's joking a little bit which made you slightly smile

"Look, you know I'm your best friend and I love and will continue to be here for you so I think you should find Sooyoung and tell her all of this. If thngs don't go to well just remember, I'll still be here for you"

Her words gave you comfort and you decided to hunt down Sooyoung and tell her everything

You find her sitting by herself in the library

Alright Y/N you got this, just go over there and say everything

When you sit down next to her you see no emotion on her face as she stares right back at you

"Sooyoung, words cannot express how sorry I am"

You tell her every, single, last detail, even your feelings for her. And once you're done she continues to stare at you

It was silent for a moment

"I spoke to Jaehyun last night, he told me why you and him were at our spot too. I mean, how could you use him like that? I never thought you would be that type of person" she says with disappointment

"I know, I know, I was an idiot and I fucked up tremendously. But, I really wanna make things right between everyone, especially us. So, what do you say? Can we still be friends after this?

"Nah, I'd rather not be friends after this."

You feel shame roll over you at her words

"I'd much rather be your girlfriend" she says with a smile

"What? Wait, are you being seriously?" you say with excitement and fear

"Of course I am, babe~" she winked

"Wait does this mean I can call you Joy again?

"Oh, you can call me much more than that, love"

You shouted with excitement as Sooyoung laughed and tried to calm you down

After that day, You and Jaehyun were back on good terms and the whole gang was back together

You and Sooyoung became the school's cutest couple

But that didn't matter,

All that matter was that you and Joy got back together

And not as friends, as so much more than words could describe

A/N: Omg this is the first non-timestamp I’ve written and it’s so long. As always feedback is really appreciated!! Thank you so much for reading this <3 <3

[there-will-be--light]

11 questions asked and answered (SKAM edition)

@ciaoragno tagged me (thank you!!) 

Rules:

1. Always repost the rules!

2. Answer the questions given to you by the one who tagged you!

3. Give 11 questions!

4. Tag 11 people!

(5. optional — if anyone decides to do this can someone please tag me back so i can answer questions too? Hahahahahaha oh and you can delete this ‘rule’ upon reposting / or hey, keep this if you also wanna answer more Qs hehe)

1. You’re trying to convince a friend to watch skam, what’s your opening line?

I actually did this once, I basically just said something along the lines of about it being the most realistic depiction of teenagers on screen that I had ever seen, but how it always feels relatable and never feels preachy 

2. Follow up: your friend is still unimpressed, which scene do you show them?

Hm tbh I’d probably send them like a youtube edit of whatever couple i thought would most appeal to them 

if I had to pick, I’d probably pick the ‘¿te da medio el agua?’ scene from Skam España (Joana and Cris’ first kiss)

3. For those who don’t have remakes in their country, what “opening speech/essay” theme would you wanna hear if you were to have one? / for those who do, did you relate at all to the theme they chose to talk about?

Okay I’m gonna do this for the UK (but tbh I wouldn’t want their to be a SkamEngland but anyway) 

- alcohol and binge drinking- I read somewhere that Britain is the worst European country for binge drinking, and it’s such a big problem, like pretty much everyone I know has been so drunk on multiple occasions that they’ve blacked out and it’s treated like it’s a normal thing, like drinking so much cheap alcohol in a field somewhere that you throw up is pretty common for 15 year olds

- exams- the government have recently made GCSEs and A Levels (the exams we take at 16 and 18 respectively) significantly harder and there’s been a big correlation with an increase in exam stress- unlike other countries, your final grade now depends entirely on your performance in a handful of exams over a few weeks 

- universal credit (basically the government has significantly cut benefits and there’s been a big increase in food bank use etc), I know Skam characters tend to be economically fortunate but I’d love them to do something like Spain has done with Viri and show the impact of poverty on teenagers

- Brexit (ugh kmn) and general political uncertainty- there’s been rising anti-immigrant sentiments as well as islamaphobia with the recent terrorist attacks, so I would like to see a Sana season from the UK

- I don’t think you could set it in a big city without talking about gangs and violence- there’s been a massive increase in stabbings recently, most of which involve teenagers, but the government doesn’t seem to be doing anything to deal with it 

-I also read somewhere that UK teenagers are the unhappiest in the developed world (am not suprised tbh), rates of depression, anxiety and self harm are ridiculously high and neither schools nor the NHS have the resources to be able to deal with it

I am also American but personally wasn’t a fan of the Skam Austin speech (but I’m not a big fan of it in general), it felt a bit generic, like it could have been about teens from any country 

4. Which character would you wanna be stuck in an island with?

Giovanni Garau con la u perché è sardo 

5. Set you wanna visit?

Italia- I’d love to visit Rome anyway, but the beautiful cinematography makes me really want to see more

6. You’re hosting an exclusive dinner party, which 15 characters from across all remakes and og will you invite?

Eleonora, Edoardo, Chicco Rodi, Eva (Italia), Gio, Noora (OG), Eva (OG), Nora (Spain), Cris (Spain), Fillipo, Zoe, Senne, Amira (Spain), Liv, Mia 

7. What/who was the scene/line/character that made you actually want to watch the whole series?

I’m really basic lol, I started watching the OG after seeing loads of edits on youtube and instagram of Even and Isak and after being told about it by a girl in my class, I watched all of season 3, then went back to season 1 and watched the whole thing 

I can’t exactly remember how I found the remakes, I’m pretty sure I started watching Skam Italia first after seeing loads of tumblr posts about it and then just started watching all the other remakes too 

8. Which two remakes would you wanna see do a crossover?

I’d love to see an interaction between Amira (Spain) and Gio (Italia), and I’d love to see across over between the two remakes bc I think the countries have a lot in common but the remakes are so totally different in terms of their style, I think it would be really interesting 

9. One character you wanna hug?

Zoe (she’s gonna need it 😬)

10. Most iconic line?

not really a line but ‘alt er love’ <3

11. What’s one piece of advice you wanna give your favorite character?

Okay choosing 1 favourite character feels literally impossible, but if I had to pick I’d probably go with Eva 

My advice would be this ‘shit happens, you can’t change what you’ve done or what’s been done to you, all you can to is try to forgive, both others and yourself, learn from your mistakes and move on’ 

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My questions: 

1. Which character do you find most relatable and why

2. Most underrated character 

3. If you could go on a date with a character, who would you pick

4. Which version’s aesthetic do you like the most 

5. What’s your favourite scene from a remake that was not in the original 

6. Which character would you go to if you needed advice

7. Which character do you want to know more about

8. Which character would you most want to be and why 

9. Which country would you most like to see do a remake of Skam and why

10. Favourite skam fanfic that you’ve read 

11. What’s your favourite headcannon 

Tagging: @ciaoragno @nnegan13 @whatadaze @lonelygiraffe21  @edoardosincantis @smileymartino @youleavebehindmemories @aelingalathyniux @ksica @skamitanne @livvyblxckthxrn @incan-tava 

[justcutebpdthings]

Can you answer 29 - 71 and 99? Or just one of those is fine! Love your blog

For sure!! I love talking about myself so I wilL!! THANK YOU i’m glad you like it 🤠

29.One insecurity:My bodddyyyyyy!!! I’ve always hated the entire ordeal of having a physical form and especially mine. 30.What my last text message says:“I feel like him a lot too and it sucks but at least you have something to relate to and not feel so ostracized.” Me and my sister were talking about Bojack Horseman31.Have you ever taken a picture naked?...emmm yeah.... i’m gonna leave it at that because it’s a memory I wish to repress.32.Have you ever painted your room?Yes! Twice! I painted it purple and then grey.33.Have you ever kissed a member of the same sex?Nope :( My bi heart is still kinda sad about it but I have also never kissed anyone at all so :^)34.Have you ever slept naked?No it doesn’t sound appealing to me.35. Have you ever danced in front of your mirror?Ugh yes and I will never do that again.36. Have you ever had a crush?OF COURSE there’s never been a time in my life where i have not had a crush.37. Have you ever been dumped?:)))))))))))))))))) yes technically :))))))))))))))))))))38. Have you ever stole money from a friend?No, I’ve never stole anything for fear of getting reprimanded.39. Have you ever gotten in a car with people you just met?Yeah once but he was a friend of some really close church friends and they were getting in too so we could get food so.40. Have you ever been in a fist fight?Lmao nooooo I’m a weak lil babey41. Have you ever snuck out of your house?Not my house but a friend’s house while we had a sleep over.42. Have you ever had feelings for someone who didn’t have them back?This is my entire life story, it’d be more suprising to hear someone who DID have them back :) 43. Have you ever been arrested?Nope!!!! My fear of authority is just outstanding so no.44. Have you ever made out with a stranger?Nope!! I have not even had my first kiss :((((( 45. Have you ever met up with a member of the opposite sex somewhere?I’m sure I have but it’s never been for anything romantic or whatever else. 46. Have you ever left your house without telling your parents?Yes, I used to go to 711 when they were out of the house cause snacks.47. Have you ever had a crush on your neighbour?Nope none of my neighbours have been like crush material considering it’s mostly like families and elderly folks so.48. Have you ever ditched school to do something more fun?Lmao yeah it was like once and the rest was for walk in therapy :)49. Have you ever slept in a bed with a member of the same sex?Nope.50. Have you ever seen someone die?Literally NO and I hope not I’d be scarred.51. Have you ever been on a plane?Yes indeed I love planes.52. Have you ever kissed a picture?Hmm I don’t think so? Maybe? It’s very possible.53.Have you ever slept in until 3?IN THE AFTERNOON??? No my grandma would make my life hell if I did that :)54. Have you ever loved someone or miss someone right now?Yes I have and I miss that same person right now even though they were awful.55. Have you ever laid on your back and watched cloud shapes go by?No not really doesn’t appeal to me or my eyes.56. Have you ever made a snow angel?Yes I have and then I stopped cause I HATE snow :)57. Have you ever played dress up?As a child? Yes I loved dress up and anything to do with fashion or make up. 58. Have you ever cheated while playing a game?LIKE I’M SURE I HAVE but more recently I’ve had to cheat to lose bc of the boys I babysit cause they’re so competitive.59. Have you ever been lonely?Like all the time.60. Have you ever fallen asleep at work/school?Lmao yeah by the end of my last semester I found a quiet little spot I could nap in the hour I had before class.61. Have you ever been to a club?Yeah and I don’t think I’ll be returning it’s too loud. 62. Have you ever felt an earthquake?Nope! ANd I hope I never do :)63. Have you ever touched a snake?Oof no, I don’t want to either.64. Have you ever ran a red light?Lmao I can’t drive so no. 65. Have you ever been suspended from school?NOPE fear of authority :) 66. Have you ever had detention?Nope at least I don’t think so.67. Have you ever been in a car accident?Yes kind of? Not like a huge one though.68. Have you ever hated the way you look?YES still do.69. Have you ever witnessed a crime?Nope I don’t think so.70. Have you ever pole danced?Nope :( I hear it’s fun tho.71. Have you ever been lost?Yes typically while I’m walking around downtown bc I didn’t know google maps was helpful.72. Have you ever been to the opposite side of the country?NO I really want to tho it’d be cool 73. Have you ever felt like dying?Yeah literally yesterday when I was thinking of how many people I’ve lost and how if I was better maybe they’d still be here? 74. Have you ever cried yourself to sleep?Oof yes so many tIMES too many to count.75. Have you ever sang karaoke?Yeah I love to sing when I’m by myself but around others, I’m very shy.76. Have you ever done something you told yourself you wouldn’t?Yeah...its kind of shameful. 77. Have you ever laughed until something you were drinking came out your nose?Lmao yeah it hurts I hate it!! 

99. Have you ever met someone who didn’t seem real?YEAH MY EX FP!! I Swear he still feels like he was a dream?? Like he was just too ...ethereal?? Like idk how to describe him it’s weird. 

[likeanemployee]

What we fight for

This is something I wrote a while ago as part of a set of stories I was gonna write about a US soldier who found himself in Remnant I set it aside because I couldn't find the time to write enough for it but with recent developments in the series I thought it was relevant again. This is a conversation between a man who served in a combat position in the middle east and Raven.

"You think Ozpin is the good guy? some sort of saint who only has everyone's best interests at heart? Please he's tricking children into fighting for him, sending them off to die without even knowing what they're fighting. He's using them." The stranger just laughed. Laughed out loud, hard and right in her face. "What's so funny about children dying without even knowing why?" "Nothing." He said with sudden hardness the laughter dying instantly and a hard edge entering his tone and eyes. "I've seen that sort of violence. 12 year olds with bombs strapped to their backs because some parent or some religious fanatic of a "priest" told them it was what "God" wanted. I've seen children be used and I've seen, I've killed, men and women who fervently believed they were only doing what was right what their beliefs demanded of them. I've fought people who thought they we're only defending their friends, family and home from foreign invaders. No, I've fought a war where people used one another where the lines between right and wrong blur and got lost under a tsunami of blood. This isn't that sort of war this is almost terrifyingly clear cut there is Salem willing to kill and destroy for her own gain, there are the grimm who are literal embodiments of evil and there are bandits who kill and steal and claim its the only way to live and then there are huntsmen, people, some younger then they should have to be yes, but they know what they're fighting, what they're protecting and why they're doing it no one is using them they choose that life and most of them, youre daughter included, would choose it again in a heart beat." "But that's because most of them don't know whats really at stake whay they're really up against!" "My god you are a spoiled bitch aren't you? Think you're so tough you wouldn't last a day in a real war. There's a saying where I'm from a joke really but its true too. You show me a soldier who knows exactly what he's up against, exactly what's over the next hill and I'll show you an idiot. It's doubly true for a commander. War is a dirty terrible business and anyone who tells you otherwise is a liar or an idiot or possibly both but some things are worth fighting, even dying for and here on remnant at least it's pretty obvious what those things are." "Nothing is worth dying for!" she snapped back "thats one of those lies Ozpin and the others tell the children so the fools will do their bidding you may have been taught it by someone else in some other world but its still a lie and anyone who believes it is a fool." The man looked at her with an odd expression like he was considering something or maybe he was trying to find exactly the right words. "That's... sad" he said at last and to Raven's suprise there was genuine sympathy in his voice. "I know from your brother you've been on a team before. That you've faced combat and with it death alongside others. I faced much the same and I would die for any of my brothers who faced it with me. The fact that you wouldn't for the people who faced it with you, even though those people include your actual brother and the father of your duaghter that's... sad in a way I'm not sure I can explain. In fact its much worse then sad it appalling its cowardice on a level below contempt" he actually spat on the ground. "You think your strong but I've never met a weaker individual in my life."

[tired-college-student-writing]

Vocal Mayhem pt. 4

Summary: A magical accident during a meeting between the Iplier and Septic Egos leads to some interesting developments, some miscommunications and someone hiding a secret.

Pt. 1

Pt. 3

Pt. 4

Pt. 5

Bing leaned back in his desk chair, security plans scrolling past the screen too fast for a human eye to read, typing at an equally inhuman speed. If he could just get this last group of work….

“Yes!” His screech startled the other androids around him, forgetting for a split second that the dial-up tone had taken over his vocal module until the spell was lifted.

“Can you not scream,” Red snapped softly, own his screeching tone coming out at a more manageable volume, “I’m sure those in India would prefer to keep their hearing intact,”

Bing just grinned, “Sorry Bro, just excited.”

“Finish early for once?” Green asked, not glancing up from the medical equipment he had been fiddling with for the last hour.

“Hell yeah, Now I can go hang with Chase! Right, Blue?” He glanced at the older ego eagerly. Blue rolled his eyes turning from his screen.

“You seem to have forgotten Chase telling you he was seeing his children today and would be unable to hang out,”

Bing deflated slightly but his grin stayed firmly in place, “Oh right that was today. I totally forgot that was today. Oh well, it’s awesome he got to see Sydney and Jonathan. Guess I’ll just have to get a head start on my work for tomorrow then,”

At this all the Googles all looked up as one, eyes boring into Bing.

“What?” Oliver asked, frowning at him, “You’re not going out to hang with someone else?”

“You actually are going to willingly do work?” Red’s asked before Oliver cuffed him over the head, “Hey!”

Bing just giggled at their antics, “Nah it’s good Ollie, plus if I get some of tomorrow’s work done then I’ll have more time to hang out with him tomorrow. It’ll be fun even if I end up on camera duty,”

Blue narrowed his eyes, “What do you mean camera duty?” If his memory banks were correct, normally Bim was always on screen running around doing and doing as many idiotic things as the septic ego. The cameras were usually done a friend of Chase’s or more recently Cameraman Jim. Bing’s face fell at the question before he plastered a smaller smile on.

“Ah just that I really can’t be on camera since my voice is stuck at ear-splitting screech. Better to keep myself behind the scene so I don’t hurt anyone’s ears. I’ll probably turn off my voice module during recording completely just so I don’t ruin the video if I got excited,”

The Googles looked at him, faces blank. Finally, Oliver’s face broke into a concerned frown.

“That doesn’t sound like a good plan Bing,”

“Nah, Dude, I’ll be totally fine,”

“Common Defect present in 76.429% of Bing units- Faulty voice module that would behave fine unless tampered with, even simply be turned off manually could cause voice module to stop working completely. The only known fix is to replace the module completely,” Red recited, reports flashing by his eyes. He ignored the wince he got from Bing as he continued, “As the Bing units have been disbanded and we have no spare voice modules compatible with your system, what was your plan if you were unable to turn your’s back on?”

“I guess you guys can’t complain about me being loud and obnoxious then,” Bing’s words were light but even Blue fought to hold back a wince at those words. Oliver was on his feet, a frown cutting across his face.

“Hey now,” He started only for Bing to wave him off.

“Don’t get all up in arms Ollie,” He laughed, “I know it’s true and with our voices on the fritz I’m more useless than ever, might as well get rid of at least one problem if I can,”

Blue leaned over his desk and slapped the younger bot over the head.

“YOWCH!” He squealed, glasses falling off of his head.

“Honestly you shouldn’t say such idiotic and self-deprecating things that hold not an ounce of truth,” Blue seethed, eyebrow twitching, “While we may find you annoying at points, you are an important member of the Office. Things would not run nearly as smoothly without you present,”

Bing looked up at him, pale orange eyes wide and sparking, face blank.

“Finally using those limited emotional processors are we, Blue?” Green teased, corners of his mouth turning up as his older brother turned to glare at him.

“Hey, why wouldn’t he?” Red laughed slinging an arm around Green’s shoulders, “No one can understand us so we don’t have to worry about anyone hearing how much our emotional processors actually do.”

“Suprised it took you this long,” Oliver laughed, leaning over the armrest of his chair to nudge Blue with his elbow, earning a scowl.

“W-What?” Bing asked arms pulled tightly over his chest. Blue sighed rubbing his eyes under his glasses.

“While I would trust every one of the egos from either the Ipliers or Septics, it must be taken into account that we’re not the most stable of groups. Should there come a time that any should slip too far into insanity I don’t want any of us to be used as pawns against the others,” He explained not looking at Bing, “it’s better to appear like we merely tolerate each other than for someone to be hurt to get to us.”

Sinking back into his chair, Bing twisted his hands into his hair, hunched over voice glitching, “I thought… I thought…”

Oliver winced, leaning over and gently removing the android’s hands from his locks, “Hey now, no need for that.”

Bing blinked up at him, confusion clouding his features as a drop of coolant rolled down his cheek, “None of you hate me?”

The Googles couldn’t stop a collective flinch this time at his soft words.

“Why would we hate you?” Oliver asked sad confusion rolling off of him.

“Because I’m defective,” Bing slipped into his default tone, emotionless and flat, “I am an inferior model to your own, useless in comparison that allows my emotional processors and reckless attitude to interfere with my primary objective,”

“Where did you get this info?” Green scandalized scream got a confused look from Bing.

“From each of you,” they reeled back at the even reply, “Well I mean it was mostly from Blue and Red but all of you guys have told me stuff like that more than once since I was brought to existence,”

Eyes flashed through memories as they realize he was right, over and over again remarks on how the other bot was incompetent, was rude and loud, was… useless. It had been worse when they first came into creation. Nobody, not even Mark, thought Bing would gain enough of a following to come to life, so when he showed up there was nothing for them to go on other in the overly extrinsic attitude and the brand feud that existed no matter the universe. As time went on though, everyone found that the defective Bing bot had a lot more to offer than, just as they did with every ego that appeared within the Office’s walls.

It was months before the more serious egos started lightening up around Bing, the Googles taking even longer, but they had fallen into a normalcy of what they had thought had simply been playful banter. How many times had he thought they were serious after the venom left their words? How many times had they unintentionally hurt the other?

“We-We didn’t realize your mental health was affected so much by our words,” Green said stiffly, not looking at the other bot, “We thought you realized that after the first two months of our existence we got over our nonsensical problems with you and were merely offering ‘brotherly banter’.” Suddenly, Bing’s whole body shuttered, eyes dulling. Electricity arced over his core and head, causing spasms across his being. Green was next to him in a second, rubbing small circles on his back.

“Breathe Bing,” He soothed, even though they all knew none of the androids actually had to breathe, “In for four… Hold it for seven…. Now slowly let it out for eight….” He recited the instructions, repeating it several times. The others struggled to stay in place, letting the medical robot take control until Bing calmed down enough not to fry a circuit.

“S-Sorry,” He mumbled, pulling his legs up to his chest and hiding his face in his knees “I just…”

“Easy Bing,” Oliver soothed, “Are you okay?” Bing refused to look up at the other bots, simply shaking his head.

“What’s wrong, B?” Red asked sternly.

“Green said brotherly… There’s no way… You guys couldn’t… not with me…”

The Googles shared a look at the shaky words. Had he not known?

“We all see you as one of our brothers,” Blue said, “We thought you were-” He was cut off by a quiet sob, emitting from Bing, who seemed to be trying to compress himself even farther into a ball.

“You didn’t know, did you?” Oliver asked slowly, being answered only by a jerky shake of his head. Oliver walked slowly towards him, standing next to Green who was clutching Bing’s shoulder roughly, green eyes pained as he knelt next to the crying bot helplessly. Swiftly, he scooped up Bing, holding him tight to his chest. Bing stiffened, before he turned curling into Oliver’s chest, one hand wrapped in his yellow shirt the other reaching out to hold the sleeve of Green’s tee. Green’s face cracked into a sad smile as he placed his hand over Bing’s running his thumb over the knuckles that were slowly turning white. Red and Blue each started moving closer to the trio, taking places around the small gathering. Red slowly traced a pattern up and down Bing’s exposed arm with his fingers, humming lowly in his chest. Blue reached out slowly, running a hand through the younger bot’s hair. Softly they began whispering saying the words they always thought the other had known.

“You’re a wonderful brother.”

“I trust you with my whole being.”

“You make me want to laugh and smile more then I do.”

“Do you know how much work Blue entrusts you with?”  

“Nothing could make me care for you less,”

“You’ll always be my big brother, no matter how annoying you”  

“You brighten up my day every time I see you,”

“We love you, bro,”

Slowly Bing’s sobs subsided to small sniffles, and he pulled his face out of Oliver’s chest, gazing up at them slowly. They all smiled softly down at him, not moving their hands away from their quiet ministrations on him. His lips twitched slightly as Oliver reached up to wipe away the coolant from his face with a gentle hand.

“I never thought you guys would… actually accept me,” His voice was hoarse, and sounded so genuinely happy compared to what they were used to it hurt for the Googles to listen to, “Thank you…”

“Don’t thank us,” Blue told him face going blank, “We should not have made you feel like we would never accept you in the first place,”

“It’s okay, Bro,” Bing’s smile grows fond at the simple endearment that held so much more meaning now, “Emotions aren’t your strong suit. That’s one thing I’ll always out do you on,”

“Androids do have hearts~” A jittering laugh made them all leap back eyes wide as they stared at Anti, who leaned against the door of the room.  Jameson was glancing over his shoulder with a tilted head.

“Glitch,” Blue growled, “I wasn’t aware we could understand each other,”

“I didn’t either,” he said with a shrug, “but here I come to ask you guys a favor and I find a sap fest,”

Red stepped forward, giving a sharp smile at the pair in front of them, “Why’d don’t you to keep this to yourself, Anti?”

Anti rolled his eyes, “Geez, cut me a little slack. I may be a psycho virus, but I’m not really the manipulative type that goes after my fellow egos.”

“Plus the fact that you have your own emotional attachments to protect,” Bing giggled slightly, jumping down from Oliver’s hold. The Googles glanced back at him in confusion as Anti stiffened.

“How did you…” Anti ground his teeth, blade appearing in his clenched hand. Bing snorted giving a small shrug.

“I hang out with Chase and Marvin at the cabin,” Bing reminded the room, “It’s not hard to see that you have two little brothers you love. It’s not that big of a deal, dude,”

“You listen here you little-”

Jameson reached forward and stole the deathly sharp knife before Anti could throw it at Bing. He waggled his finger disapprovingly at the glitch, making the older ego deflate a bit. He smiled reassuringly at the androids, notebook in his hands.

I can’t follow the conversation you’re having but I hope Anti isn’t causing too much trouble.

Bing smiled, screen projecting from his core, Don’t worry Jamie. We were just talking about how we all have more emotions than we let on.

Is that all? Jameson scribbled out with a silent laugh, I’ve been telling Anti there’s no shame in caring for Robbie and me but he never listens.

It’s not like we have much room to talk about brotherly love, as I found out today.

Jameson perked up at Bing’s message, They finally accept you, Bing? That’s Fantastic!! It took you four long enough to pull your heads out of your arses!

Anti doubles over with laughter as he read the note, “You made JJ SWEAR! He never does that!”

Red rolls his eyes projecting his own message, We weren’t aware that B thought he hated him. We’ve thought of him as a brother for months now. Had we known earlier we would have put an end to his misguided beliefs.

The younger ego’s smile widely, eyes bright, I’m glad you guys figured it out now at least. It’s good for all of us to get along.

Blue sighed pinching the bridge of his nose, Yes, yes, us patching things up is wonderful, now, Why are you two here?

Jameson’s and Anti’s split into identical mischievous smiles that would have sent a shiver up the other’s spines if they weren’t robotic.

“People are ignoring JJ again,” Anti told the group, “Last time we had to get the egos to pay attention we had a small prank fest.”

“Oh yeah, I remember that,” Bing laughed, “Isn’t that when you broke into Marvin’s potion store and made everyone talk in soprano opera voices for a week?”

“No, No,” Anti said with a wave of his hand, “That was when Chase broke Robbie’s train set. We just pretended to haunt the cabin since JJ can copy some of my powers it was great for alibis,”

“That’s right!” Bing said, as his brother’s internally grimaced, two glitches, uck, “So what exactly do you think we’ll help with?”

“Bim isn’t speaking English.”

The four simple words made all the robots stiffen, almost identical looks of intrigue settling on their features.

“That doesn’t make much sense,” Oliver mused, “He’s never showed signs of being bilingual before,”

“Not to mention he said anything when the rest of us revealed we were stuck in our first language,” Green added.

Red eyes scanned through the files that were kept on each ego, “Nowhere on record does Bim’s background indicate English being his second language or even give a place of origin where one might be discerned,”

“Exactly,” Anti broke in, “He seems to want to not speak and not let anyone know what his first language is. Since we’re in a pranking mood, we thought might as well be productive and go after Bimbo, but we’d need access to the security feeds to get the drop on him. So….” He left his sentence hang, eyebrow raised at Blue.

Bing smirked, glancing at Blue, watching as he ran through all the possible outcomes of this agreement.

“I for one think it sounds like a fun idea,” He said, blinking in amazement as the screens stopped running in front of his eyes at his words, faces softening as he gazed at the younger ego. Green leaned over, wrapping an arm around Bing’s shoulders, a smirk playing on his lips.

“As the medical expert,” He said a cheeky lift to his words making Blue scowl, “After the overuse of all of our rather undersized emotional processors, I think a little tactical fun is a good recommendation,”

“It’ll be a good field test of the security system,” Red put in his own two cents, leaning on Bing’s other side.

“Alright,” Blue breathed, before turning to the septic egos, throwing up a projection so Jameson could understand the words as well, Even though I know I’ll regret teaming up with you, glitch, we’ll help both of you with your prank.

Jameson stepped forward, a bright innocent smile not matching the words he held out for them to see.

Good to hear. Now I believe it’s time for the real fun to begin.

[aizawa-yamada-shinsou]

Vocal Mayhem pt. 4

Summary: A magical accident during a meeting between the Iplier and Septic Egos leads to some interesting developments, some miscommunications and someone hiding a secret.

Pt. 1

Pt. 3

Pt. 4

Pt. 5

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Bing leaned back in his desk chair, security plans scrolling past the screen too fast for a human eye to read, typing at an equally inhuman speed. If he could just get this last group of work….

“Yes!” His screech startled the other androids around him, forgetting for a split second that the dial-up tone had taken over his vocal module until the spell was lifted.

“Can you not scream,” Red snapped softly, own his screeching tone coming out at a more manageable volume, “I’m sure those in India would prefer to keep their hearing intact,”

Bing just grinned, “Sorry Bro, just excited,”

“Finish early for once?” Green asked, not glancing up from the medical equipment he had been fiddling with for the last hour.

“Hell yeah, Now I can go hang with Chase! Right, Blue?” He glanced at the older ego eagerly. Blue rolled his eyes turning from his screen.

“You seem to have forgotten Chase telling you he was seeing his children today and would be unable to hang out,”

Bing deflated slightly but his grin stayed firmly in place, “Oh right that was today. I totally forgot that was today. Oh well, it’s awesome he got to see Sydney and Jonathan. Guess I’ll just have to get a head start on my work for tomorrow then,”

At this all the Googles all looked up as one, eyes boring into Bing.

“What?” Oliver asked, frowning at him, “You’re not going out to hang with someone else?”

“You actually are going to willingly do work?” Red’s asked before Oliver cuffed him over the head, “Hey!”

Bing just giggled at their antics, “Nah it’s good Ollie, plus if I get some of tomorrow’s work done then I’ll have more time to hang out with him tomorrow. It’ll be fun even if I end up on camera duty,”

Blue narrowed his eyes, “What do you mean camera duty?” If his memory banks were correct, normally Bim was always on screen running around doing and doing as many idiotic things as the septic ego. The cameras were usually done a friend of Chase’s or more recently Cameraman Jim. Bing’s face fell at the question before he plastered a smaller smile on.

“Ah just that I really can’t be on camera since my voice is stuck at ear-splitting screech. Better to keep myself behind the scene so I don’t hurt anyone’s ears. I’ll probably turn off my voice module during recording completely just so I don’t ruin the video if I got excited,”

The Googles looked at him, faces blank. Finally, Oliver’s face broke into a concerned frown.

“That doesn’t sound like a good plan Bing,”

“Nah, Dude, I’ll be totally fine,”

“Common Defect present in 76.429% of Bing units- Faulty voice module that would behave fine unless tampered with, even simply be turned off manually could cause voice module to stop working completely. The only known fix is to replace the module completely,” Red recited, reports flashing by his eyes. He ignored the wince he got from Bing as he continued, “As the Bing units have been disbanded and we have no spare voice modules compatible with your system, what was your plan if you were unable to turn your's back on?”

“I guess you guys can’t complain about me being loud and obnoxious then,” Bing’s words were light but even Blue fought to hold back a wince at those words. Oliver was on his feet, a frown cutting across his face.

“Hey now,” He started only for Bing to wave him off.

“Don’t get all up in arms Ollie,” He laughed, “I know it’s true and with our voices on the fritz I’m more useless than ever, might as well get rid of at least one problem if I can,”

Blue leaned over his desk and slapped the younger bot over the head.

“YOWCH!” He squealed, glasses falling off of his head.

“Honestly you shouldn’t say such idiotic and self-deprecating things that hold not an ounce of truth,” Blue seethed, eyebrow twitching, “While we may find you annoying at points, you are an important member of the Office. Things would not run nearly as smoothly without you present,”

Bing looked up at him, pale orange eyes wide and sparking, face blank.

“Finally using those limited emotional processors are we, Blue?” Green teased, corners of his mouth turning up as his older brother turned to glare at him.

“Hey, why wouldn’t he?” Red laughed slinging an arm around Green’s shoulders, “No one can understand us so we don’t have to worry about anyone hearing how much our emotional processors actually do.”

“Suprised it took you this long,” Oliver laughed, leaning over the armrest of his chair to nudge Blue with his elbow, earning a scowl. 

“W-What?” Bing asked arms pulled tightly over his chest. Blue sighed rubbing his eyes under his glasses.

“While I would trust every one of the egos from either the Ipliers or Septics, it must be taken into account that we’re not the most stable of groups. Should there come a time that any should slip too far into insanity I don’t want any of us to be used as pawns against the others,” He explained not looking at Bing, “it’s better to appear like we merely tolerate each other than for someone to be hurt to get to us.”

Sinking back into his chair, Bing twisted his hands into his hair, hunched over voice glitching, “I thought… I thought…”

Oliver winced, leaning over and gently removing the android's hands from his locks, “Hey now, no need for that.”

Bing blinked up at him, confusion clouding his features as a drop of coolant rolled down his cheek, “None of you hate me?”

The Googles couldn’t stop a collective flinch this time at his soft words.

“Why would we hate you?” Oliver asked sad confusion rolling off of him.

“Because I’m defective,” Bing slipped into his default tone, emotionless and flat, “I am an inferior model to your own, useless in comparison that allows my emotional processors and reckless attitude to interfere with my primary objective,”

“Where did you get this info?” Green scandalized scream got a confused look from Bing.

“From each of you,” they reeled back at the even reply, “Well I mean it was mostly from Blue and Red but all of you guys have told me stuff like that more than once since I was brought to existence,”

Eyes flashed through memories as they realize he was right, over and over again remarks on how the other bot was incompetent, was rude and loud, was… useless. It had been worse when they first came into creation. Nobody, not even Mark, thought Bing would gain enough of a following to come to life, so when he showed up there was nothing for them to go on other in the overly extrinsic attitude and the brand feud that existed no matter the universe. As time went on though, everyone found that the defective Bing bot had a lot more to offer than, just as they did with every ego that appeared within the Office’s walls.

It was months before the more serious egos started lightening up around Bing, the Googles taking even longer, but they had fallen into a normalcy of what they had thought had simply been playful banter. How many times had he thought they were serious after the venom left their words? How many times had they unintentionally hurt the other?

“We-We didn’t realize your mental health was affected so much by our words,” Green said stiffly, not looking at the other bot, “We thought you realized that after the first two months of our existence we got over our nonsensical problems with you and were merely offering ‘brotherly banter’.” Suddenly, Bing’s whole body shuttered, eyes dulling. Electricity arced over his core and head, causing spasms across his being. Green was next to him in a second, rubbing small circles on his back.

“Breathe Bing,” He soothed, even though they all knew none of the androids actually had to breathe, “In for four… Hold it for seven…. Now slowly let it out for eight….” He recited the instructions, repeating it several times. The others struggled to stay in place, letting the medical robot take control until Bing calmed down enough not to fry a circuit.

“S-Sorry,” He mumbled, pulling his legs up to his chest and hiding his face in his knees “I just…”

“Easy Bing,” Oliver soothed, “Are you okay?” Bing refused to look up at the other bots, simply shaking his head.

“What’s wrong, B?” Red asked sternly.

“Green said brotherly... There’s no way... You guys couldn’t... not with me...”

The Googles shared a look at the shaky words. Had he not known?

“We all see you as one of our brothers,” Blue said, “We thought you were-” He was cut off by a quiet sob, emitting from Bing, who seemed to be trying to compress himself even farther into a ball.

“You didn’t know, did you?” Oliver asked slowly, being answered only by a jerky shake of his head. Oliver walked slowly towards him, standing next to Green who was clutching Bing’s shoulder roughly, green eyes pained as he knelt next to the crying bot helplessly. Swiftly, he scooped up Bing, holding him tight to his chest. Bing stiffened, before he turned curling into Oliver’s chest, one hand wrapped in his yellow shirt the other reaching out to hold the sleeve of Green’s tee. Green’s face cracked into a sad smile as he placed his hand over Bing’s running his thumb over the knuckles that were slowly turning white. Red and Blue each started moving closer to the trio, taking places around the small gathering. Red slowly traced a pattern up and down Bing’s exposed arm with his fingers, humming lowly in his chest. Blue reached out slowly, running a hand through the younger bot's hair. Softly they began whispering saying the words they always thought the other had known.

“You’re a wonderful brother.”

“I trust you with my whole being.”

“You make me want to laugh and smile more then I do.”

“Do you know how much work Blue entrusts you with?”  

“Nothing could make me care for you less,”

“You’ll always be my big brother, no matter how annoying you”  

“You brighten up my day every time I see you,”

“We love you, bro,”

Slowly Bing’s sobs subsided to small sniffles, and he pulled his face out of Oliver’s chest, gazing up at them slowly. They all smiled softly down at him, not moving their hands away from their quiet ministrations on him. His lips twitched slightly as Oliver reached up to wipe away the coolant from his face with a gentle hand.

“I never thought you guys would… actually accept me,” His voice was hoarse, and sounded so genuinely happy compared to what they were used to it hurt for the Googles to listen to, “Thank you…”

“Don’t thank us,” Blue told him face going blank, “We should not have made you feel like we would never accept you in the first place,”

“It’s okay, Bro,” Bing’s smile grows fond at the simple endearment that held so much more meaning now, “Emotions aren’t your strong suit. That’s one thing I’ll always out do you on,”

“Androids do have hearts~” A jittering laugh made them all leap back eyes wide as they stared at Anti, who leaned against the door of the room.  Jameson was glancing over his shoulder with a tilted head.

“Glitch,” Blue growled, “I wasn’t aware we could understand each other,”

“I didn’t either,” he said with a shrug, “but here I come to ask you guys a favor and I find a sap fest,”

Red stepped forward, giving a sharp smile at the pair in front of them, “Why’d don’t you to keep this to yourself, Anti?”

Anti rolled his eyes, “Geez, cut me a little slack. I may be a psycho virus, but I’m not really the manipulative type that goes after my fellow egos.”

“Plus the fact that you have your own emotional attachments to protect,” Bing giggled slightly, jumping down from Oliver’s hold. The Googles glanced back at him in confusion as Anti stiffened.

“How did you…” Anti ground his teeth, blade appearing in his clenched hand. Bing snorted giving a small shrug.

“I hang out with Chase and Marvin at the cabin,” Bing reminded the room, “It’s not hard to see that you have two little brothers you love. It’s not that big of a deal, dude,”

“You listen here you little-”

Jameson reached forward and stole the deathly sharp knife before Anti could throw it at Bing. He waggled his finger disapprovingly at the glitch, making the older ego deflate a bit. He smiled reassuringly at the androids, notebook in his hands.

I can’t follow the conversation you’re having but I hope Anti isn’t causing too much trouble.

Bing smiled, screen projecting from his core, Don’t worry Jamie. We were just talking about how we all have more emotions than we let on.

Is that all? Jameson scribbled out with a silent laugh, I’ve been telling Anti there’s no shame in caring for Robbie and me but he never listens.

It’s not like we have much room to talk about brotherly love, as I found out today.

Jameson perked up at Bing’s message, They finally accept you, Bing? That’s Fantastic!! It took you four long enough to pull your heads out of your arses!

Anti doubles over with laughter as he read the note, “You made JJ SWEAR! He never does that!”

Red rolls his eyes projecting his own message, We weren’t aware that B thought he hated him. We’ve thought of him as a brother for months now. Had we known earlier we would have put an end to his misguided beliefs.

The younger ego’s smile widely, eyes bright, I’m glad you guys figured it out now at least. It’s good for all of us to get along.

Blue sighed pinching the bridge of his nose, Yes, yes, us patching things up is wonderful, now, Why are you two here?

Jameson’s and Anti’s split into identical mischievous smiles that would have sent a shiver up the other’s spines if they weren’t robotic.

“People are ignoring JJ again,” Anti told the group, “Last time we had to get the egos to pay attention we had a small prank fest.”

“Oh yeah, I remember that,” Bing laughed, “Isn’t that when you broke into Marvin’s potion store and made everyone talk in soprano opera voices for a week?”

“No, No,” Anti said with a wave of his hand, “That was when Chase broke Robbie’s train set. We just pretended to haunt the cabin since JJ can copy some of my powers it was great for alibis,”

“That’s right!” Bing said, as his brother’s internally grimaced, two glitches, uck, “So what exactly do you think we’ll help with?”

“Bim isn’t speaking English.”

The four simple words made all the robots stiffen, almost identical looks of intrigue settling on their features.

“That doesn’t make much sense,” Oliver mused, “He’s never showed signs of being bilingual before,”

“Not to mention he said anything when the rest of us revealed we were stuck in our first language,” Green added.

Red eyes scanned through the files that were kept on each ego, “Nowhere on record does Bim’s background indicate English being his second language or even give a place of origin where one might be discerned,”

“Exactly,” Anti broke in, “He seems to want to not speak and not let anyone know what his first language is. Since we’re in a pranking mood, we thought might as well be productive and go after Bimbo, but we’d need access to the security feeds to get the drop on him. So….” He left his sentence hang, eyebrow raised at Blue.

Bing smirked, glancing at Blue, watching as he ran through all the possible outcomes of this agreement.

“I for one think it sounds like a fun idea,” He said, blinking in amazement as the screens stopped running in front of his eyes at his words, faces softening as he gazed at the younger ego. Green leaned over, wrapping an arm around Bing’s shoulders, a smirk playing on his lips.

“As the medical expert,” He said a cheeky lift to his words making Blue scowl, “After the overuse of all of our rather undersized emotional processors, I think a little tactical fun is a good recommendation,”

“It’ll be a good field test of the security system,” Red put in his own two cents, leaning on Bing’s other side.

“Alright,” Blue breathed, before turning to the septic egos, throwing up a projection so Jameson could understand the words as well, Even though I know I’ll regret teaming up with you, glitch, we’ll help both of you with your prank.

Jameson stepped forward, a bright innocent smile not matching the words he held out for them to see.

Good to hear. Now I believe it’s time for the real fun to begin.

That was almost too much of an emotional rollercoaster for me. But still, the Robros are some of my favorite egos!

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Hello ! I know this is long, you don't have to read it if you don't want to, I'm mostly writing it for myself. Also there might be typos, I don't really feel like checking right now :/

I think no one had a perfect childhood. Some people got more lucky than others though. This is just my story.

I had a few neighbors, including 4 children (well actually 5 but only 4 of them appear in the story): two siblings (a girl a year younger than me and a boy two or three years older) who I'll call the sister and the brother, a girl my age who will be called my friend (even though it's arguable) and a boy three years younger than me, I'll call him the youngest.

There are actually 4 stories. All happened when I was younger than 10.

1: The siblings and I never really liked each other. I mean, I didn't hate them but they were loud children so totally the opposite of me so it was hard for me to get along with them. But I never hated them like they hated me. There was this one time where I was with them and my friend. They said they had found a paper where something was written. It was basically a love note to the brother. And they said I had written it. I obviously didn't. They said there was some lipstick on it, I said I didn't have any. That was a lie but at this point, I really didn't care. I just wanted them to believe me. But unfortunately for me, my friend had been to my house a few days earlier and had seen my lipstick. She said it was the exact same color. I don't really know what happen there. I don't even know if the note even existed. I never saw it. This probably doesn't like much but it hurt me. It hurt because I knew I had never written this thing but by not believing me, they made me a liar. And of course I couldn't prove anything.

2: The youngest and I were very close. He was truly like a little brother to me. But for some reason, the sister had decided that we couldn't be friends. I will always remember that day. She forced us to stop playing together. I don't really remember how she did it, what she said to us, but I do remember me going home. My parents would let me play outside until 6pm but that day I went home way earlier. So of course my mom asked me what was going on and I started crying. I told her that the sister didn't want me and the youngest to play together. This might sound stupid, I mean how could a little girl just decide who gets to play with who ? Honestly I wish I remembered what she did exactly but whatever it was, it actually worked. But I guess it's just what bullies do.

3: There was another time. The siblings and my friend came knocking at my door. It was already clear at this time the siblings didn't like me so I obviously didn't want to play with them. I told them I was too busy to go outside, which wasn't a lie because I was playing with my dad. A few moments later, my friend came back alone. She told me that the siblings had to go back home and she was now alone. Of course, I wanted to play with her but I didn't want to make it seem like I hated the other two. At first, I told her I couldn't go but she insisted and I thought "I can't leave her alone when there's nothing actually stopping me." So I went back upstairs to get my coat and when I came back, the siblings were there. Of course they were there. It was all a lie to prove that I hated them. That's what the sister said. Surprisingly, the brother actually took my defense. He said I did it only because my friend was alone. I don't really know what to think of this. Technically, they were right, I didn't want to go outside with them. But it's not like they liked me either and they used the fact that I was too nice to leave someone alone against me.

4: The last story and the most painful one too. It was on a morning. I was outside with the sister and my friend. I don't really remember how this happened, like did we started by playing normally or did they go mean right away ? The first thing I remember of this fourth story is being stuck between a corner and both of them. I don't know what they said to me but I was stuck. I couldn't escape and they wouldn't let me go. I don't know what they wanted to do to me. Maybe nothing. But I was definitely really scared when it happened. And I suppose I'll never know what their true intentions were that day because my mom arrived and told me we had to go somewhere. I have no idea if she realised what was going on at that moment but I'll be forever grateful. But this last story doesn't end here. The worst part is over but more came later. I don't know how much later but once I was with my friend and that day came up in the conversation. We talked about it. I don't know what we said, maybe she apologized, maybe not, but she remembered it. She acknowledged it. Later, it was the three of us, the sister, my friend and me. We talked about it again, I probably brought it up. But guess what ? The sister denied it happening. And suprise! my friend did too this time. They said it never happened. I told my friend we literally talked about it together recently but she denied that too. The sister added that she was in her garden, hiding, listening to us and that we definitely did not talk about that. So they were bullies, they lied and said I was the one lying.

I am not sure why but I thought of those things again tonight, while I was trying to sleep. And it made me cry, a lot. I can't remember the last time I cried this much. And I'm not writing this to get anyone's pity. I'm writing this because I want people to know that, yes, something that happened 10 years ago can still be traumatising.

If you have read everything, thank you for your patience and I hope you're doing okay ❤️