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riordanness · 3 months

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mi amor — [p.jackson]

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warnings: there’s no happy ending (and there’s not gonna be a part two)

“y/n!”

I turned, hearing my name called out. My eyes fixed on Simon, my prom date. I’d had a crush on him for about a month, I think. He was super nice, and we hung out at lunch sometimes.

Anyway, he’d asked me to go to the prom with him a few days again. I was thrilled, of course, since prom was the day after tomorrow, and I’d been a little worried I wouldn’t have a date. There was nothing more embarrassing then not having a date to prom.

“What’s up?” I said, as Simon began walking next to me in the hallway. We squeezed past a couple making out against a locker, and I stopped at my locker, twisting the combination lock. I pulled open the door, digging through my copybooks.

Simon hesitated, looking everywhere but me. “Well, y/n, the thing is…” He trailed off, rubbing the back of his neck and gazing down the hallway.

I frowned. “What is it? You can tell me.”

He finally locked eyes with me. They were a deep brown, almost black, the same colour as his hair. Dark, dark brown. “I can’t go to prom with you,” he whispered.

My vision tunnelled. “What?” I stammered. “But- but, why?” My books spilled to the floor.

“I only asked you so that the girl I like would get jealous.” Simon shrugged. “And hey, it worked. Alicia and I are each other’s dates.”

I swallowed, trying to keep a straight face. “Um… okay.” My voice sounded small, even to me. “That’s… that’s great, I guess. I’m happy for you.”

Simon cracked a grin. “Thanks. No hard feelings?”

I nodded, my gaze dropping to the floor in front of me. I heard Simon walk away; I heard the bell ring for class. I stood stock-still for who knows how long, until the entire corridor was empty. Then, my knees gave way, and I slid to the ground, my head in my hands.

I was crushed. I didn’t even care about the fact that now I didn’t have a date to prom, but I’d been used! Simon hadn’t even liked me at all; I was just a tool to get with the girl he actually liked. I’d never had anything like this happen to me before. It hurt.

I couldn’t help it; I began to cry. Silent sobs shook my body. I kept my face buried in my hands, unable to do anything else.

I took a shaky breath, my ribs aching. I felt a hand on my shoulder, causing me to glance up hurriedly. I wiped my tears with the back of my hands, blinking them away.

The hand belonged to someone I did not want to see right now. Sea green eyes were staring down into mine, twinkling with his usual mischievous expression.

“What’s wrong, mi amor?” Percy Jackson asked, kneeling on the ground in front of me.

I pushed his arm away. “Go away, Percy.”

He moved his hand, but didn’t leave. “Are you… crying?”

My jaw tightened. “Yes. And it’s none of your freaking business, okay? Just—“ My voice broke. “Just leave me alone. I’m fine.”

I turned my head away. This was just perfect. Percy and I had been rivals for forever. Our families had never gotten along, so Percy and I are just kind of automatically got into it, too. This was all I needed; Percy finding me like this. He’d almost certainly use it against me.

Percys eyes narrowed. “Okay. No need to be rude, darling.”

“Don’t call me that,” I snapped.

He raised his hands in defence as he rose. “Okay, okay! Fine. Bye, mi amor.” He turned and headed down the hallway. I didn’t even wonder why he wasn’t in class yet. What I was wondering was the definition ‘mi amor’ was. I was too lazy to google it. I’d just ask my best friend later.

Knowing Percy, it was just yet another way to get on my nerves without seeming the least bit cruel or vindictive to outsiders.

“You look terrible,” my best friend, Annabeth Chase, commented when I slid next to her in class. She’d saved me a seat, even though the class was over halfway through by the time I finally turned up. I guess I’d just run out of tears.

I shrugged. “Simon dumped me. Turns out, he was just using me to get with Alicia.”

Annabeth’s eyes widened. “Oh… I’m sorry.”

I made a face. “Thanks, Beth. It’s okay. I’m okay. It’s totally fine.” I turned my eyes to the blackboard, then dropped them to the worksheet in front of me. “Literally none of this makes any sense.”

Annabeth rolled her eyes. “It’s just maths. It’s not actually that hard if you know what you’re doing.”

I looked at her. “Well… yeah. But I don’t know what I’m doing.”

She chuckled. “Okay. True. Do you want help or just the answers?”

I rubbed the spaces between my eyes and nose. “Today, just the answers. I can’t deal with math today.”

Annabeth studied me. “Did anything else happen? You seem really tense.” Her voice took on a different tone. “Did something happen with… Percy?”

I glared at her. “First, yes. How’d you know? Second, not in the way you think, at all.”

Annabeth smirked. “You know you’re hopelessly in love with each other.”

I shoved her. “You’re literally his prom date, Beth. And, uh, hell to the no. I hate him.”

“People change!” Annabeth said, before I hit her again.

“Okay, sorry,” she squeaked. “Are you gonna tell me what happened?”

“Are you gonna stop teasing me as if I like Percy?” I countered, slamming my palm on the desk.

“Quiet!” The teacher hissed. I jumped, and slumped down in my seat, looking embarrassed.

Annabeth waited. I looked at her and sighed. “Fine. He found me after Simon did it. I was crying in the locker area, and um, he asked if I was okay.”

Annabeth raised her eyebrows. “See?” she whispered fiercely, waving her hand about. “He’s totally in love with you, too!”

I gave her the most withering look I could. “Annabeth, respectfully please shut the hell up.”

She tried to hide her smile, and promptly failed. “Fine. Okay.”

I sighed. “Oh, by the way, I’ve been meaning to ask you. What does ‘mi amor’ mean?”

Annabeth gave me a sideways glance. “Why…?” she asked slowly. “Has someone called you that?”

“Yeah,” I groaned. “Percy freaking Jackson, that’s who. Do you know what it means? I’m honestly just too lazy to look it up.”

“Yeah,” Annabeth said, still talking slow. “I do know.”

I raised my eyebrows at her expectantly. “And…?”

Annabeth hesitated. “It means ‘my love’ in Spanish.”

I stared at her. “Um, are you sure?”

She nodded.

I waved my hand in a dismissive gesture. “Well, he always calls me darling and sweetheart in a teasing, flippant way, anyway, so I guess it’s just another name he’s adding to his collection.” I rolled my eyes. “Lucky me.”

Annabeth grinned wide. “Sure, sure. Teasing, and flippant.” Her voice took on the same tone as before, her slow, teasing one.

I narrowed my eyes at her in warning. “Absolutely not, Annabeth. I hate him, I always have. I don’t like him even as a person, let alone as anything more than that.”

She shrugged. “Okay. As you wish.”

The bell rang, signalling the end of class. Only one more class, and I could go home. Hopefully we didn’t get any homework. I suddenly remembered what class I had next. Science, with Mrs K. She always gave us homework, and it was usually projects with other people. I hated those more than anything.

“Good luck,” Annabeth said, reading my expression. “I’ll text you those math notes tonight.”

I gave her the thumbs up, and headed to my class. Our school always had a seven minute break between classes, because our hallways were pretty long and confusing. So, as usual, kids milled about, chatting and texting and making out. I wove my way through, switching books at my locker, and weaving my way to the science lab.

On the way, I got sidetracked because a kid had spilled milk all over the floor, and the duty teachers were freaking out, and not letting any kids walk around it. So, I had to go all the way outside and to the other entrance to the lab.

Of course, that made me late. I apologised to Mrs K, and quickly told her why I wasn’t on time.

“That’s fine, y/n,” she said graciously. She was actually a lovely lady, but she always gave us way too much homework, and always wanted us to ‘cooperate with each other’. “Just go find a seat. I think there’s one available next to Percy.”

Oh, great, I thought. Sure enough, almost all the seats were full, except for two: one beside the class clown, who always put his gum on people jackets, and Percy. For once, I preferred Percy.

I dumped my books on the desk and slid next to him on the bench. In the lab, the desks were joint as in all the other classrooms, but the chairs weren’t separated. They were small benches that were basically just a wide chair.

I sat right on the edge, as far from Percy as possible. I stacked my books and pencil case like a wall between us on the desk.

Percy shot me a playful glance. “Hey,” he said. I ignored him.

Throughout the lesson, he tried relentlessly to get my attention; poking me, whispering in my ear, writing little notes and sliding them under my arm, knocking his shoe against mine. I wilfully ignored all of his attempts.

Finally, class was coming to a close. Then, unfortunately, Mrs K decided to announce that, yes, we did indeed have homework.

Even worse, it was a group project. Partners, and we were not going to be allowed to choose our partners. Mrs K, had, in fact, already chosen them, and there was to be absolutely no changing or swapping or complaining.

I crossed my fingers. Please, I thought, please just don’t be Percy. Anyone but him.

“y/n y/l/n, and Percy Jackson.”

I slumped forward on the desk, resting my forehead on the cold wood, and squeezing my eyes shut in frustration. “Could this day get any worse?” I muttered to myself.

#percy jackson #pjo #percy jackson x reader #pjo x reader #pjo series #leah sava jefferies #walker scobell #aryan simhadri #pjo tv show

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softshrimpy · 1 year

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How To Woo A Hot Principal

Chapter 3: Step 3: The not-date

Summary: Working at the weathervane was exactly what you needed. The routine, the people, your co-worked. It certainly helped that a certain tall, blonde, fucking gorgeous woman happened to frequent the cafe. Now some may call hopelessly flirting with your customers inappropriate behavior.

But truly, when it came it Larissa Weems, who could blame you?

I let them shenan once, now they've shenaned again- also this fic will sort of follow canon, but fuck it where I decide I want to. They joys of being a writer. Also so sorry this update took forever, I was depressed as fuck. Love ya 🦐

Chapter 2

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“So you’re telling me, the woman of your dreams, the one you’ve been in love with for months-“

“It’s-it’s just a crush let’s not-“

“The very woman you have literally not shut up about since meeting,” James continues, ignoring you, “invites you to accompany her to the harvest festival coming up and you don’t see it as a date?”

“We don’t even know if she likes women let alone me.” You argue.

“Babe you need to open those brilliant little eyes of yours. Of course she’s gay.”

“You don’t know that for sure-“

“No, but I do know no straight woman would experience your sorry ass flirting with them and invite you to the fucking harvest festival.”

You groan, dropping your head against the coffee machine. James had been arguing with you for at least half an hour on whether or not Larissa Weems had invited you on a date when she had asked you to join her at the harvest festival. Now, having only just moved to Jericho you honestly had no idea what the harvest festival even was. Did that stop you from immediately saying yes when she asked though? Absolutely not. You figured any time spent with Larissa, no matter what it was you ended up doing, was time well spent.

However, you did ask James what it was (your first mistake). Which was how you had ended up in this little argument.

“Even if she is gay, she’s so far out of my league.”

“While that may be true-“

“Ouch, thanks for the vote of confidence.” You interrupt, earning you a slap on the arm.

“She seems to want to spend time with you. So you must be doing something right. Anyway, my shift is over but we will talk more about this tomorrow.”

“Oh no, however will I survive without your constant teasing and invasive questions.” You comment.

“I know, you’ll truly suffer. Maybe I’ll ask Galpin to join in on the teasing that way-“

“Don’t involve that poor kid in your devious plans, he need not be corrupted by you.”

He leaves at that with a snort, waving as he goes. Tyler arrives a little while later, giving you a shy wave before getting behind the counter. You decide to take your break, things being a bit quiet at this time of day and let Tyler know before heading into the back.

So all in all, a very normal day so far.

So imagine your surprise when you came back in to find Tyler standing next to Wednesday surrounded by three sad looking pilgrim boys who were laying on the floor groaning in pain. Truly it was almost comical, almost.

“What in the name of fuck happened in here? I was gone for like 10 minutes!” You asked.

“Well-“ Tyler started, only to be interrupted by someone coming through the front door.

And that someone was none other than Sheriff Galpin. You really had nothing against him personally but any and all law enforcement just put you on edge.

“What happened in here?” He asked, eyeing the boys on the ground and then Wednesday.

“They were harassing a customer, she just defended herself,” Tyler replied.

“You mean to tell me this tiny girl beat up these three?”

“I’m sure this was her showing restraint,” you mumble, coming to stand behind the two teens. “Anyway now that that’s all cleared up-“

You’re interrupted by a very troubled and frustrated Larissa stepping through the door. She glances at the boys on the floor, pursing her lips before levelling Wednesday with a look that could make anyone burst into tears.

“Sheriff, apologies. This one…slipped away from me,” she apologizes, “Come on Miss Addams, time to go.” She grits.

“Addams? Is Gomez Addams your father?” The sheriff asks, eyeing Wednesday with what you can only call malice. At Wednesday’s nod, he continues.

“That man should be behind bars. I'm guessing the apple doesn't fall far from the tree. I'll have my eye on you.” He warns before storming out.

The four of you look at each other, Larissa’s glare burning holes into Wednesday’s head, while Tyler looks embarrassed and confused.

“Tyler, no offense really, but your dad is a prick.” You say.

“Sorry.” He sighs.

“You two are all right though? None of these prissy pilgrims hurt either of you?” You ask, giving each of them a cursory check.

“Yeah Wednesday handled it, you should’ve seen her-“ Tyler starts but stops himself when he notices the intense glaring match between Larissa and Wednesday.

“Right well, Wednesday,” you start, hoping to ease the tension a bit. “I’m sorry these boys caused trouble for you. But you two probably have to get back to nevermore?”

“Yes. We do. Miss Addams, please go wait in the car. And don’t run off this time or else,” Larissa threatens, earning a huff from the girl as she exits the shop.

“It seems you’ve got an escape artist with you.” You joke.

“I do apologize. Wednesday is- she-“ she sighs rubbing her face.

“Hey it’s okay,” you start grabbing her forearm and squeezing it reassuringly. “Are you alright? Need anything?”

She shakes her head, and you must be imagining things because it almost looks like she’s blushing.

“No, I should get her back before she tries to escape again.”

“She’s probably already hatching plans. But remember I’m always here. Or just a phone call away. However, I don’t have the arm strength for digging graves so...”

She snorts at that, shaking her head and grabbing your hand, giving it a squeeze before leaving. You watch her go, smiling before turning around to see Tyler grinning at you.

“What?”

“So you and Principal Weems huh?” He snorts.

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You had to admit, for a small town, Jericho did know how to hold a pretty cool festival.

You were standing at the entrance to the harvest festival taking in the sight. There were stalls with games set up (no doubt rigged to hell and gone) and various carnival rides set up. You were a little impressed with how well put together the event seemed.

But the time to lose your money at carnival games and eat overpriced food was later. You had to find Larissa.

Honestly, it wasn’t hard, for one she was a walking goddess and tall as fuck so she was easy to spot. And second, the minute you saw Wednesday Addams, you found Larissa close by.

You stopped when you spotted her, standing in her greenish(the lighting wasn’t helping your color analysis) jacket with gloves on. She almost looked out of place; someone who dressed so prim and proper at a little festival with sticky food and children screaming. But she really did always look immaculate.

You decided to stop staring at her like a creep and hurried over to her. She was currently standing at one of the booths, feigning interest in the prizes but actually watching Wednesday. She was so focused on the girl that she didn’t even notice you standing next to her. You stood there for a solid minute before whispering.

“Worried she’ll pull another escape attempt?”

You had expected to scare her, yes, but what you hadn’t anticipated was Larissa letting out the most adorable shriek. She turns to face you, sporting a slight blush and clearing her throat.

“Ahem, sorry about that you uh- you startled me.” She stammers

You giggle, actually giggle, and immediately slap a hand over your mouth, slightly mortified. The two of you stand side by side, embarrassed and blushing like two teenagers. Speaking of teens, not ten seconds later a smirking Wednesday and beaming Enid appear in front of you both.

“Miss Sinclair, Miss Addams,” Larissa starts, regaining her composure, “I hope you two are enjoying yourselves.”

“Oh immensely. Bright lights and laughter are where I feel most at home.” Wednesday deadpans, earning a snort from you.

“I’m super excited. Wednesday said she’d try win me a prize!” Enid squeals.

“Oh? She did?” You ask, grinning. “That’s so nice of you Wednesday.”

You swear you see her cheeks turn pink before she huffs and walks away, mumbling to herself. Enid apologizes before running off, leaving you and Larissa alone again.

“They’re totally in love.” You comment.

“Indeed, I wonder which of them will figure it out first.” Larissa chuckles.

“I’m putting my money on Enid. She seems more in tune with her emotions.”

“I wouldn’t underestimate Miss Addams, she can be quite intuitive when she wants to be.”

“I don’t know, she seems the type to avoid her feelings as long as she can.”

She snorts at that before linking her arm with yours and heading further into the festival. She started telling you about the previous years’ harvest festivals and how she often spent them. You noticed she liked to talk with her hands, well hand in this case.

She soon dragged you over to a table and told you to wait while she went to get what she called “the best by far” hamburgers from a stall nearby. You sat at the table, quickly checking your messages when Wednesday appeared in front of you carrying a rather large stuffed panda.

“Did you win that for Enid?” You asked.

“It’s for Weems. You give it to her.” You said shoving the big guy in your direction.

“Wait what? Why did you- and she’s gone.” You remarked watching her black pigtails disappear in the crowd.

A few moments later Larissa returned with the food. She sat next to you, handing you a burger before speaking.

“You must try these, I look forward to them each year.” She smiled, before noticing the panda. “Where did you get that?”

“Oh uh- well actually it’s for you?” You started, picking up the bear and holding it toward her, “you’d never guess who-“

You had squeezed the lil guy when all of a sudden a voice played from it.

“I love you!”

You froze, staring at the bear and feeling your cheeks heat up. Of all prizes Wednesday could’ve given you, she gave you the one that said that? You wanted to believe she had no idea but a part of you wondered if this wasn’t revenge for your teasing earlier.

“I-I didn’t- I had no idea it would-“ you stammered.

She chuckled, pulling the bear out of your hands and giving you a kiss on the cheek.

“That’s very sweet, thank you darling.”

You’d have to thank Wednesday later (assuming she hadn’t tried to run away again). Larissa put the bear down on the bench before sitting down next to you bumping your shoulder with hers before instructing you to start eating.

The two of you sat and ate, and goddamn she was right the burgers really were delicious. Not that you doubted her. Although the entire experience would’ve been a lot less magical had it not been for Larissa sitting next to you, so close your shoulders were touching as she happily ate her burger and spoke to you between bites.

The two of you then headed back into the festivities. You insisted on trying to win Larissa another stuffed animal (you wanted it to be from you, not from Wednesday, even if the one you ended up winning was a considerably smaller stuffed duck.)

You had to admit, it did feel like a date. You kept trying to stop yourself from thinking like that, Larissa was just being friendly and you hadn’t really had a close friend who was a woman for years so you had no idea if this was just regular friendship or she was actually flirting with you.

But you pushed all those thoughts aside and just enjoyed the time you were spending with her. Well, you were enjoying your time together before a young girl came running up to Larissa, she honestly looked like she’d seen a ghost.

“Principal Weems I- I’m sorry to interrupt but Wednesday said Rowan’s been attacked and-and killed in the woods. I don’t- she said it was some kind of monster? I-“ she stammers, obviously troubled.

“Alright, deep breaths. Okay, there we go. Right. Go find Miss Thornhill and tell her to get her to gather the rest of the students and head back to Nevermore. I’ll call the sheriff and be with you shortly. It’ll be alright Miss Barclay, thank you for coming to me.” She says, ushering the girl away.

Bianca nods before turning on her heel and running off to find the teacher Larissa mentioned. Larissa turns to you, smiling apologetically.

“I’m sorry darling. This is not how I envisioned this evening ending. I need to go but promise me you’ll head straight home? If-if there is any merit to Wednesday’s story I would be beside myself if something were to happen to you.” She murmurs squeezing your hand.

You nod, assuring her you understand and you’ll head home. You urge her to be careful and you’re about to let her leave before you stop her.

“Give me your phone.” You ask, holding out your hand.

“Darling I- what?”

“I’m putting my number in your phone so you can message me when you get back to Nevermore, safe and sound.” You insist.

She looks shocked for a moment, then confused before finally settling on a rather flustered expression before handing you her phone. You hand it back to her after adding yourself as a contact(you saved yourself as ‘Favorite Barista’ which makes her chuckle.) you reiterate that she has to message you when she returns to Nevermore and give her a kiss on the cheek before ushering her away. As soon as her blushing form is out of sight you head back to your car and drive home.

It’s only after you’ve entered your small apartment that your actions register. You are absolutely mortified that you behaved the way you did and can’t help but overthink every action for the next hour or so. You’re wallowing in self-loathing and misery when your phone pings with a new message.

You quickly check who it’s from, noticing the unknown number and hastily open the message.

Hello darling, it’s Larissa. I’m back at Nevermore, safe and sound. There was no sign of Rowan, despite Wednesday’s adamance about what she saw. All this to say, everything is fine.

You sigh, relieved she and the kids are safe. You’re about to send a reply when another message comes through.

And thank you for looking out for me tonight. It’s been a while since anybody has worried for my safety. I appreciate your care.❤️

#larissa weems x reader #principal weems #larissa x reader #larissa weems #wednesday #principal larissa weems #HTWAHP

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lavendertales · 1 year

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Sweet lies: Chapter 5

pairing: Frankie Morales x f!reader

summary: the Millers invite everyone over at their place for Valentine’s day, and things have never felt lonelier for you. But the end of the night has a surprise twist for you.

word count: 5k

A/N: now we’re getting into the juicy part. huge thanks to @cheshire-noir for helping me with a good part of this!

Comments & reblogs are forever appreciated 💕

gif: @pascalsky

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As much as you tried to remain the professional and hardworking person you have always been, that Friday had your mind spinning relentlessly.

Last night’s dinner was still fresh on your mind, taunting you alongside Frankie and Andrea. Worst part was that you actually liked Andrea. It was virtually impossible to nest any negative feelings towards someone so incredible.

But then you recalled Frankie’s hesitant side glares, his Adam’s apple bobbing with each nervous gulp he took, the sheer regretful expression on his face whenever the two of you locked eyes, and you wondered if somehow, maybe, he wasn’t so confident in his relationship.

It couldn’t have been. It was just your jealousy talking deep in your subconscious, giving you false hope. You’ve been down that road before, being fed up lies by your own mind and tricked by your heart. You did not need that again, and certainly not when Frankie was engaged.

You had to be on your best behavior. The two of you were no longer friends, but merely old acquaintances, so you shouldn’t have had an issue with giving him the cold shoulder. The farther he was from you, the better. Even if you had foolishly agreed to go to the Valentine’s Day bash that Will and Benny were throwing, that didn’t mean you could act reckless.

So you came up with a plan.

“Good news, your girl finished her presentation early, which means I am available for some weekend fun,” Rose’s confident voice giggles over the phone.

It’s a little over eleven p.m., and you’re already half asleep in your bed, but as luck would have it, Rose’s timing is impeccable.

“Congratulations,” you say, genuinely impressed by her work ethic. “At least one of us was professional today.”

“Uh-oh. I take it dinner was awkward last night?”

“Frankie came with his fiancé.”

Silence. You can hear Rose’s jaw drop and her steady breaths. If you listen closely enough, you can hear her processing what you just told her.

“They both came?” she asks.

“Yeah. It was dinner with friends and their significant others, of course he would’ve brought his fiancé. It was stupid of me to think he wouldn’t.”

“Still, I can’t imagine it was pleasant to just have her in your face like that.”

“She’s actually pretty awesome.”

“What?!”

Rose’s indignation actually steals a chuckle out of you, for which you are thankful.

“Are you fucking kidding me?!” she continues.

You scoff. “I’m serious! She’s an incredible, accomplished woman.”

“I don’t care, that is the enemy!”

“She’s really not. If anything, Frankie is. He’s the one who fucked it all up.”

“Fair point. What’s so incredible about this woman, anyway?”

“Well, her name’s Andrea and she’s a dermatologist, she regularly volunteers for different charities, she’s hilarious and sweet… oh, and she’s unfairly gorgeous.”

“How gorgeous are we talking here?”

“Green eyes, light brown hair with cute bangs, caramel skin… and she smells great.”

“Shit, that does sound great.”

“So you see my problem.”

“I do. But I can hate her.”

“What—Rose, you don’t even know her.”

“When has that ever stopped us? We’ve hated people for no reason before.”

“Yes, but those were celebrities. And it was usually because they either had something we don’t have, or because we just didn’t like them.”

“Hello! How is this any different?”

You chuckle again, your chest growing heavier with concern regarding tomorrow’s plans.

“Hey, listen, since you’re free this weekend,” you start, “how do you feel about spending Valentine’s Day with me tomorrow?”

“Uh… okay, I really appreciate the sentiment, but I’m not sure what kind of message did I send to you before.”

You both laugh. “Will and Ben are throwing this little Valentine’s get-together between friends—and their girlfriends too, I guess—and I could really use a friendly shoulder there.”

“Hmm. So everyone’s gonna be happily nuzzling next to their significant others?”

“All, except me and Frankie. Andrea can’t come apparently.”

“Gotta say, I’m a little relieved, I thought I was going to have to show some PDA in order to be able to stay.”

You laugh some more, eagerly anticipating her response.

“Won’t it be awkward?” Rose asks.

“Possibly. Every interaction I’ve had so far has been more or less so. Please, you gotta come with me.”

“I will, I will. Just gotta stop by at my grandma’s first to check in on her.”

“How is she doing after the hip replacement surgery?”

“Pretty good. More mobile each day.”

“Oh, that’s great!”

“Yeah. But after that, I’m totally gonna be there for you.”

“Good. Cause I’m your best friend, and you have to help a friend in need.”

“True.”

“Also, Santi will be there.”

You can tell that has Rose’s attention. Hell, even you smile. You’ve been hoping for a long time that she and Santiago would act upon their feelings, but clearly they both had been shy to initiate.

“I was gonna come anyway, just to clarify,” Rose pushes, to which you smirk.

“Mhm.”

“This is just… an added bonus.”

“Of course it is. I’ll see you tomorrow then, at the Millers?”

“You got it. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight. Oh, and thank you, Rose. I love you.”

“You don’t have a thing to thank me for. I love you too.”

Knowing that Rose will be there makes it easier for you to fall asleep, and to navigate through next day’s tasks. You wake up pretty early in order to go your grocery shopping, your cleaning and your cooking, and when the clock strikes five p.m., you are in your bathroom, showering and putting a little makeup on.

It’s not a party, you keep reminding yourself of Will’s words. So you don’t overdress, and you don’t overdo it with makeup. Just something cute and casual for a night out with your friends.

And their girlfriends. And, with Rose there, probably making heart eyes at Santiago, that means it’ll be just you and Frankie.

Okay, so maybe your plan wasn’t so well thought. Maybe you could back out of going. Who would really care, on Valentine’s, no less?

Oh, but they would. You knew the guys, you knew your friends, and you knew how relentless they could be about group hangouts and such. You knew they would bother you consistently, bombard you with questions about why you were a no-show at the very last moment.

Honestly, the idea of free drinks kept you motivated enough. In the event of Rose disappearing somewhere to snuggle with Santi, you’d have your trusted companions, the beers.

But you refuse to show up empty handed, so you carry with you a big plate of sandwiches and a bottle of wine. You put in the location on the GPS and drive through the snowed streets.

You’ve been to Will’s and Benny’s plenty of times, but you felt safer having the address right there in front of you, especially on an icy evening like that. Even on a tender day such as Valentine’s Day, February knows how to remind you of its cold, cold wrath.

Standing on the doorstep of the Millers’ humble bungalow merely twenty minutes later, your warmest clothes prove nothing on that bitter evening. You rang the doorbell once and are now anxiously waiting for either Will or Benny to let you in.

Soon, waiting becomes a daunting task. But not only because of the bitter wind chills.

Will and Benny are hosting this party—scratch that. A get-together. Friendly faces, and yet all of them seem to belong to mere ghosts of your past. For them, Valentine’s Day didn’t need the frills and ties, but rather friends and stiff drinks. Plus, they had their wonderful girlfriends by their side, so even the most mundane tasks could be deemed as romantic and well-thought. Will reassured you it would be a smaller gathering, just the lonely ones and the dorks who actually managed to score someone. Still, the sight of the cramped cars in the driveway spiked your anxiety when the GPS told you “arrived at your destination”. But you prevailed, and marched to the front door nonetheless. You had made a promise, after all.

Hurry up, guys, your mind begs, huffing into your hands to keep you warm. Finally, you see a familiar face grinning from the door window. Not Will, rather Benny. Your eyes soften, eagerly pushing your way in, even as Benny already starts fussing over how long you waited.

“It’s fine,” you tell him sincerely.

“I shouted at Will to open the door a dozen times,” he seemingly apologizes. “I had the glasses in my hand, but no, I gotta do all the work. So much for big bro duties. Here, let me take that.”

You chuckle as Benny takes the plate and bottle of wine from your hand, and you take a look around. You were swathed in warmth as soon as you crossed the threshold into the home. Something about being inside made you relax much more. It could be the coziness of the two-story living, where every room in the house bled into each other. Or it could be that the furniture choices were plump and rosy leather adorned in animal themed blankets, tapestries and cushions. In the living room, MTV is playing on the television, the soft drones of Robert Smith from The Cure filling you with the melancholy you had come to associate with the holiday.

From the couch, Will greets you, inviting you to sit as you hand your jacket off to Benny. Will and Mia are sitting over at one of the two olive couches that surround the fireplace. Benny has no problem plopping himself next to his brother and his girlfriend, the latter having his own significant other join in, but you decide to pick the couch across from them, the one closest to the kitchen. Not just because it might be useful should you require more drinks, but also because you think five’s a crowd, and couples need their intimacy.

The light in the kitchen is on and you can see two shadows bouncing across the walls. They are talking about something, but you can’t pick up on any of it, not when you have Will and Mia’s conversation ringing in the other ear. Although, you still can’t help but stare at the shapes.

One looks stocky, and seems to be the one making the most noise out of them. But the other. The other has a cap on, larger arms, a deeper voice, dripping with age like a fine wine. He and Benny are the youngest among the boys, but his voice is coarse and thick with plenty of emotions that still have a grip over you.

You shake your head briefly, forcing yourself to smile and even giggle at the excited voices in front of you. It’s a favorable situation rather than staring at Frankie the whole time, which you swore you wouldn’t do, no matter what.

You fleetingly check your watch, wondering when Rose will get there. You grow to hate this feeling of helplessness when it comes to being around Frankie. It’s not that you are not strong, quite the opposite: you are more than capable of being cold and distant, but gazing over at him, looking and longing at the same time? A whole other story.

You’re not quite sure what it is about Frankie that still has you in a chokehold. Actually, you do know, you just like denying it, especially now given the circumstances. In every way, Frankie is the embodiment of your dream partner. He’s kind, funny, sweet, smart, protective, and just overall a warm person that once made you feel like you were truly yourself, and not just playing a game.

After all this time, your feelings for him have not vanished as you had hoped. You foolishly thought distance would help you forget, but now that you have been thrust back into your old life, you see things are no different than when you left.

At least in that regard.

Looking at Will and Benny happily sharing with you stories of their adventures with the girls, you sport a sincere smile. You have never seen them so fulfilled, so blissful, and it makes your heart tremble with joy. Yet there is a permanent ache in your heart that you cannot deny, one you doubt anyone would fully understand.

“Hey, you’re here!” Santiago says, pulling you in to hug you tight.

You reciprocate, eyes landing on Frankie’s figure in the background. He seems apologetic, averting your gaze as much as he can, as if he’s guilty of something. Deep down, you do understand his reaction and, oddly enough, you are thankful that he’s not pushing the note in any way.

“I heard Emily made heart shaped cookies, and you know I’m a sucker for cookies,” you joke.

“You have to try them, they are out of this world,” Mia fortifies.

You all chuckle, and you do in fact stretch your arm towards the coffee table in the middle to grab one of the cookies on the plate and take a bite out of it, instantly melting.

“Oh my God,” you nearly shout, immediately taking another bite. “These are heavenly!”

“Thank you!” Emily smiles, her cheeks now flushed. “I don’t make them that often though.”

“I can see why! It’s tough to stay away from them, shit.”

You finish the cookie and grab another one, causing everyone to giggle.

“It’s also why I told her to never, under any circumstances, share the recipe,” Benny adds. “This is cause for fight.”

“It sure is,” Will says.

You don’t realize you’re still in Santiago’s arms; when you do realize that, you inch away in the slightest, right under Frankie’s studious eyes. Curiosity has him by the throat, yet he can’t bring himself to ask you or Santiago any questions. He’s not sure he wants to know.

“Hi,” you finally greet Frankie, voice small and anxious.

“Hi,” he replies.

You’re tired of this; you are so tired of walking around on eggshells, measuring your words and actions and trying to stay away while also wanting to be part of the group again. It’s absolutely exhausting.

“You want something to drink?” Santiago offers, and you nod.

Frankie’s eyes don’t leave the two of you, silently studying you from the corner of his eye. He watches you go into the kitchen, exchange some words as Santiago opens up a beer bottle and hands it to you, and then he sees you lightly touching his arm.

He doesn’t want to know. He doesn’t want to know. It’s none of his business. He has no right asking or even caring anymore.

Then why does his chest ache so? Why does it feel like there’s a beast trapped inside of him that roars and scratches violently at the simplest of sights?

He doesn’t care. He doesn’t care.

“Okay, so,” Will announces, standing up now that you and Santiago return to the living room. “Now that we are all here.”

“Actually, Rose should be here any minute,” Santiago intervene.

“Oh. That’s okay, we can wait then.”

“What’s going on, guys?” you ask.

Will and Benny exchange a glare, as well as Mia and Emily, and you instantly know both couples have news. The options are limited, although you can pretty much figure out what’s going on before it’s even said.

And before you know it, you’re halfway through the beer bottle, wishing you had called a cab instead of driving to the bungalow.

“Well, uh… Mia and I are engaged,” Will says, reaching to grab his now fiancé’s hand.

It’s then that you notice the ring on Mia’s finger, shining as brightly as her eyes when she looks at Will. Laudatory exclaims burst among you all, and you’re quick to finish your beer before hugging Mia and then Will. Your heart swells and trembles with even more happiness, admiring them as Santiago and Frankie congratulate their friend.

“Benny has some news too,” Will chuckles.

All eyes turn to Benny, who instead looks over at Emily. Her cheeks burn auburn still, indicating nervousness and flattery.

“We’re moving in together,” she says.

More congratulations are being shared, the entire group hugging the other happy couple. You don’t think you could be any happier than you are at this very moment.

Or lonelier.

What a fascinating mixture, that of delight for your friends and loneliness for yourself. Contradictory, opposing poles, yet equally true.

You don’t let it show, though. Tonight it’s cause for celebration, and you are too focused on your friends’ fulfilled lives to allow any negative emotion impact it.

Although you can’t help but think that your steps are guided by some sort of negative emotion when you find yourself into the kitchen, grabbing another beer to toast to your friends.

“To Will and Benny, finally committed and off of our hands,” Santiago toasts, and you all laugh. “Girls, best of luck.”

“Here, here!”

You feel your phone buzzing in your pocket, and you swiftly notice a text from Rose: “Be there soon, max one hour. Sorry for the delay!” You don’t know why, but your stomach drops. Rose will be there soon, why do you feel so disarmed and hopeless? It doesn’t make much sense, and you don’t try to dig deeper. Not tonight.

You’re feeling a bit of a mess, so the best you can do is smile and nod along, drinking cheerfully along your very joyful and gratified friends. You look at them all, admiring and holding out hope for all of them, so much so that you forget about yourself momentarily. Just for one moment, you forget about the confusing mixture of feelings and how it fucks you up in this very moment.

So Will is engaged, Benny’s getting his own place with his girlfriend, and Frankie is engaged. That leaves you and Santiago as the lonely bachelors in the group.

Except Santiago’s smitten with Rose, and vice versa, and you have a feeling those two will end up together. Which means, when that’ll inevitably happen, it will be just you. Stuck in the same cycle, no matter how hard you have tried to run away from it or tell yourself you changed.

Definitely should’ve taken a cab. Tonight requires a whole lot more drinking.

Music starts blasting in the speakers, with the two happy couples and Frankie settling for an excited talk regarding the upcoming nuptials and move-in. You settle in the kitchen, taking a seat and sipping from your beer while your eyes remain on the five people on the couch. There is an odd sense of melancholy washing over you, like you are an intruder in all of those people’s lives, and that they’d be much happier without you. Like their lives would also be easier without you.

“Hey,” Santiago’s voice brings you back to earth. “You okay?”

He takes the seat next to you, nudging you with his shoulder. “Yeah,” you reply flatly, voice a little shaky, too. “So many good news tonight already, it’s… a lot.”

“I’m pretty surprised myself. More by Benny, not Will. Will’s got this commitment thing covered. Benny, on the other hand…”

You chuckle, staring at the bottom of the beer that’s dangerously close now. “But look at him now. A grown man, our Benny.”

“They’re all moving on, building their lives.”

“Yep.”

“Guess it’s just you and me now. The last two bachelors of the group.”

You purse your lips together, staring at him in a haze. “Maybe you and I should’ve given this a proper go.”

Santiago smirks, eyeing you up and down.

“Is that so?” he smiles.

“We might’ve actually had a real shot a while back.”

“At the very least we could’ve followed through with that little moment in the car.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

“One complete and good memory from back then.”

You nod, reminiscing of the time when you returned to town for a few weeks, a couple of years back, and decided to try something new. You thought it was the right thing to do, but the short-lived romance proved otherwise for you both.

“Or we might’ve screwed things up completely,” you say.

“Or that.”

“I mean, look at me and Frankie. One wrong move and it’s all fucked up.”

You sigh deeply, your head now resting in the crook of Santiago’s neck. He smells of cologne and forest, fresh and… uncomplicated. His arm wraps around you, pulling you in closer.

All under Frankie’s eyes.

He can’t stop staring at the two of you, so close and intimate in the kitchen, and his mind starts to wonder, to fabricate little scenarios that make the room spin around him. It all comes crashing down on him when he starts to acknowledge the fact that you and Santiago make perfect sense.

“You good there, Fish?” Benny asks, hand on his shoulder.

“Hm?”

He’s blatantly staring and he didn’t even realize it till then. Now, his gaze returns upon those in the living room.

“You good?” Benny repeats the question.

“I’m good, yeah,” he replies.

“Cause… you were staring.”

“I was just… curious.”

Mia and Emily look over to the kitchen as well, then back at Frankie. “Oh, those two?” Mia chuckles. “Yeah, we’re curious, too.”

Frankie, instead, frowns.

“They’ve gotten very close in the past few years,” Will admits. “Not sure to what extent, but they sure are close.”

“I for one think that if there is something going on, we should give them some space,” Emily says. “Friends dating… it can be tricky to navigate. Let’s leave them alone in the meantime.”

Frankie gulps, finishing his beer, eager for another one. He stands up, heads to the kitchen, where he locks eyes with you and Santiago. The two of you separate, staring at him, but Frankie doesn’t say a word. He just reaches in the fridge for another beer, opens it and walks away, right outside into the cold.

He doesn’t care. He doesn’t care. He definitely shouldn’t care.

“What’s with him?” you ask.

“I have no idea. Maybe it’s the stress of planning a wedding.”

“Right.”

The doorbell is heard, turning towards Santiago with a smile. “That’s Rose.”

You see him take a deep breath, his mind clearly racing just as much as his heart, and you know he’s overthinking the moment. You have the same look on your face when you do it.

“Go,” you nearly push him off the chair. “Why are you still here?”

“I’m going, okay? I don’t wanna seem too eager.”

“You’re reeking of neediness already. Go.”

When you’re alone in the kitchen, you have the nerve to finish the beer, then raiding for another one. You’re probably going to regret this, but you need something to take the edge off.

You spy into the living room, noticing Santiago and Rose emerged into a conversation filled with shy smiles and flushed cheeks, and you smile. God, I hope this works between them. They’re too good for each other to not make this work.

But life sometimes has a funny and cruel way of pulling two perfect people apart from each other. You’ve experienced it firsthand, and you’d hate seeing this happen to two of the dearest people in your life.

You keep hearing music, and after a while, those in the living room start dancing with each other and you take that as your cue to leave. You feel like an extra there, just looking at the happy couples giggling and talking to each other.

Before you know it, you find yourself outside, slowly inhaling the cold air. You’re a bit tipsy, so this is just what you need to remain grounded in the present. A present where you’re basically left behind, alone, just you and the professional ladder you are desperately trying to climb in order to feel like you are achieving something.

By all means, you are happy. You have a great new job, great life, health… everything is good. So there is no reason for you to be feeling like this, is there?

“It’s freezing, you should get back inside,” a voice shouts.

You come to realize that it’s Frankie. He’s on the porch, few inches away, barely staring at you.

“Could tell you the same thing,” you say.

“I happen to be okay with the cold. I know you hate it.”

You tsk, hating how much he still knows about you. You stare into the far off distance, beer in hand. Luckily the alcohol keeps you a little warm, so you don’t really care about the freezing temperatures right now.

“Needed some air,” you say.

“Aka a break from all the happy inside.”

“I didn’t say—“

“You didn’t have to.”

“Would you just—knock it off?”

It is now that you turn to meet his gaze, fury radiating from your eyes. He can feel it, too; you see it in his body language, the way he’s trying to make himself seem smaller next to you. But he doesn’t avert his eyes. Instead, he seems to be staring right at you, with a certain darkness in his eyes that you fail to recognize.

“Look, I’m tired of this, Frankie,” you surrender. “I am sick and tired of trying my hardest to be distant and keep you at bay… and I’m sorry I’m acting like a bitch. I am not, I’m really not.”

“I know you’re not. You got every right to act this way, though.”

You chuckle. “Well, at least you understand what the situation is.”

“Of course I do. I’m not an idiot, okay? I know this is… fucked up and hurtful and messy… but I miss you.”

The moment he says that, your heart begins to race like crazy.

“As a—friend,” he clarifies, gulping.

“I want us to function normally too, like we used to, but I don’t know if it’s possible, Frankie. I gotta respect you and Andrea’s relationship, and… a single woman is not to be around a committed guy.”

Frankie scoffs, finishing his beer and putting the empty bottle on the porch, half in snow. “Single? Really?”

“Yes, really. Why?”

He falters, trips over his own thoughts, and he keeps quiet. It’s his best play at this very moment.

“I missed you too,” you confess shyly, in an almost non-existent voice.

But he hears it. He hears and sees you crystal clear, burning and aching with his whole body. He should not be feeling this way. He should not be surprised that you’d be interested in Santiago. He should not be upset by it, nor should he be feeling this way around you. It’s not okay. It’s not normal to burn this much for someone.

And yet here he is, secretly doing it anyway, and shoving it deep down with every ounce of strength imaginable.

You sneak a peek through the window, noticing Rose still talking to Santiago, seemingly laughing out loud, and your heart quickly swells and then deflates. When you finish your beer, you find Frankie to stand much closer to you, cutting out the air from your lungs. You barely feel the cold anymore, even if your fingers turn purple and your face is red with something you can’t quite discern.

“I’m really sorry that I let you go,” he mutters. “I was a dick. Pope reminds me once or twice a year.”

You actually chuckle. “Good.”

“He’s a great friend.”

“That he is.”

“And you guys seem to be very close. Kind of like…”

“We used to be?”

He nods. When your eyes meet and neither shies away, it’s electric. It’s a rush, a moment filled with unspoken emotion. You want to look away, you know this should not be happening, and yet you can’t look away. It’s years of deprivation, missing him and missing the two of you, but you just don’t want to look away from him.

You just want to look at him, admire him for the man that he’s turned into. Nothing more.

“I missed you,” he repeats, his voice almost like he’s begging. “So much.”

You don’t reply. You can’t really focus; your mind is foggy, clouded by all sorts of emotions tonight, and you know you should back off, act with respect. Because, at the end of the day, you do respect Frankie and his relationship with Andrea, and you respect Andrea just as much.

Every cell in your body screams at you to just back off, go back inside to your friends and celebrate alongside them. You swear you moved your feet in the desired direction. You start to feel warm again, warm all over, particularly your face.

Seconds later, you realize that is because there is warm breath all over your face, and your lips become swollen, reddened with a foreign, yet familiar and much needed touch.

Another few seconds later and you realize that Frankie’s lips are on yours, and his hand cups your cheek, pulling you in.

The worst of it is, you kiss him back. You kiss him back till you’re running out of air and Frankie’s breath is the sole source of air that you have. You kiss him back till you become fully aware of the implications, and then, before you can pull away, Frankie does it first.

He pulls away from you, his lips just as swollen and red as yours, and he stares at you in shock. Truthfully, you’re just as shocked, unable to utter a single word.

“I’m so sorry,” he coos, looking around in disbelief. “I am… so sorry. I shouldn’t have… I should go.”

You still don’t say anything. You simply stare at him, incapable to remove the feeling of his soft lips pressed hastily on yours.

He’s slowly backing away from you, eyes locked with yours, as he keeps muttering “I should go”. So he goes, leaving you half frozen on the porch, with a taste on your lips that nothing would ever wash away.

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Episode 1: It’s All So Boring

Member: Felix x afab! Reader

Summary: Lee Felix, vocalist of the band, One More Time, prepares to confess his love to his girlfriend Y/N. Seven years later, he’s bored, broke, and annoyed by it all; luckily, he’s found a way to get everything he’s ever wanted

Word Count: 6.3k

TW: Angst, disbanding, Felix gets punched, Mentions of failed dreams, possible drowning, Grim Reaper, break up, arguments, signs of depression, anything that I couldn’t think of sorry guys

A/N: I have been so excited to release this I’ve been working on it for a while and I’m so happy you guys can finally read it. It is unedited tbh but Please be sure to also check out the Kdrama it’s also called One More Time and I took a lot of inspiration from it it’s on Netflix but I also watch it on YouTube cause I don’t have Netflix. But it has Infintes L in it and it’s so good like honestly. Also comment if you want to be on the taglist and like comment reblog and my requests are open.

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The small crowd roared, the quaint little bar smelled of soju and cigarette smoke. Felix’s hands shake as the lights slowly come up on the small makeshift stage. He releases a heavy sigh as his eyes drift over the crowd, taking a nervous step forward his lips brush against the microphone. The solo spotlight blinds him as he takes a deep breath. “T-Thank you to everyone that came out.” He smiles to the crowd “we are One More Time and we hope you enjoy” his nervousness waving goodbye like and old friend as Changbin offers him a smile from behind the drum set before, he and Jisung begin the song in quick succession. Confidence builds in Felix’s core as he begins playing his guitar, his head booping along with the music as he brings himself to the mic “move your hands. There’s no tomorrow” He sang “Let’s continue to live like this” he smiled and winked toward the crowd as his eyes wandered looking for the one person he hoped would come tonight. When he notices her long brunette hair placed in the familiar ponytail. A smile plastered on her plush lips, as she watched him on stage. He smiled back, he noticed her wearing her One More Time hoodie she had spent the previous night telling him she was making. His heart soared as their eyes connected. He winked at her before shuffling over next to Jisung. As they sang together, Felix couldn’t take his eyes off of her. Pride swelled in his chest as the crowd began to applaud at the last note of the song.

Felix was greatful the show was going well, the audience booped along to the set happily. He felt ontop of the world as they chanted “One More Time!” The crowd roared as Felix placed himself center stage once again, “thank you again for coming. This next song was inspired by someone special. I hope she likes it” he smiles at her. A blush creeps on her cheeks, as the music begins. “Oh My darling, hug me you are my song” he sang as he stares at no one but her. “Oh my darling, I love you” he smiles and points at her. Her eyes widen as she bites her lip “you are my everything, my sun my diamond you are my song” she can’t help the wide smile that forms on her face “now I’m confessing to you. You are mine now” he smiles as he steps away from the mic, walking off the small makeshift stage the crowd parts as he makes his way over to her. She looks around at the crowd with the eyes now on her. Taking his ring off he stares at her “I have loved you I will love you forever” he states softly full of sincerity before placing the ring on her finger, a blush creeps wider onto her cheeks “I love you too” she responds. A happy grin forms on his lips as he leans in pressing his lips against hers. The crowd whoops and ooos as their lips form together.

Felix sits in the green room, his leg shaking as the boys sit on the couch. “That was so cool Lix!” Jisung said exclaims. “Did you see Y/N’s face? She had no idea that it was coming!” Changbin adds. “It’s going to be no time before you two are all lovey dovey with kids and stuff!” Jisung teases. Felix rolls his eyes in response. “You guys are annoying” he chuckles. A rap on the door pulling their eyes from each other. Felix rapidly jumps to his feet before pulling the door open. A smile forming on his lips as he’s met with the sight of his girlfriend “Oppa you did so good today!” She smiles at him. His eyes remain stuck on her petite form before pulling her into him in a tight hug. Her eyes widen as she embraces him, “I love you” he whispers in her ear. A blush forms on her cheeks. “I love you too” you smile against his chest. “Can we go?” Y/N questions staring at his members. Who are making kissy faces at the two. She rolls her eyes as Felix takes her hand and leads her down the hall. As the pair make it out into the alley Y/N’s pressed against the brick wall. Felix’s lips press against hers desperately, tongue brushing against her bottom lip begging for entrance. His fingers brush against her waist slowly lifting her hoodie. She allows him entry as his arms wrap firmly around her waist. He feels his member growing hard when she presses herself against his strong frame. “I love you” he giggles against her lips. Y/N nibbles on his bottom lip before she pulls away. “Come on, lover boy let’s go” she grasps his hand and drags him toward his small studio apartment only one block away from the bar.

She giggled as Felix wrapped his arms around her waist, pressing soft kisses against her neck. Closing the door with his foot he turns her around pressing her back against the door. His lips find hers once again, his fingers fiddle with the waist band of the hoodie lifting it slowly. “This is cute, thanks for making it. It made it easier to find you baby” she blushes at his words unable to respond as he presses his lips to hers once more lifting the hoodie and her shirt over his head. Her fingers work in quick succession unbuttoning his pants as he pulls his shirt over his head. “Jump” he states against her lips, she jumps slightly wrapping her legs around his waist as her fingers toy with his hair. He guides them around the small wall that covered his bedroom/kitchen. Laying her on his small futon, his lips trailed their way to her throat. He licked and sucked against her sensitive section. A small whimper is released from her throat. A smirk is formed on his lips as he pulls away slightly connecting their eyes as he strokes her hair. “I will love you forever” he confesses. She smiles as she presses her lips against his.

SEVEN YEARS LATER…….

The crowd roars as a girl group performs on a nearby stage, Felix rolls his eyes before tilting his head in the direction of the girl group. “Fucking idiots” he growls as he picks at the fries placed infront of him. Y/N stares at him worriedly, her hand reaching across the table gently rubbing up and down his arm comfortingly. He gives her a growl as he pulls arm away. “Yeji! Yeji! I love you” Jisung exclaims from his seat as the group walks past and getting into their car. “Yah! Shut up! You’re so loud” Felix scowls in Jisung’s direction, a look of confusion and realization forms over the boy. Y/N covers her face in embarrassment as Changbin comforts his friend. “Who is Yeji, anyway?” Y/N questions. A look of disbelief grows on Jisung’s face, eyes wide “You don’t know Itzy?!” He questions bewildered as Y/N shakes her head no “They’re like only the biggest group ever!” Felix sucks his teeth in response. “Can we just get on with this…” tiredly lifting himself from his seat, dragging himself threw the now dissipating crowd. He slowly trudges his way up the stairs to the stage. A faux smile on his lips as the others place themselves infront of their instruments. Y/N gives him an encouraging smile as the lights come up and they begin playing. He releases a sigh as the words slowly flow out “How've you been? I guess you're fine..”

A bored expression sits on his features as he sang. He notices the crowd slowly and surely making their way further away from their performance. He notices a drunkard staggering his way toward the stage, an unsettling feeling grows in his stomach. He can hear the drunkard yell something indistinguishable, a foreign liquid being splattered all over him and what can be assumed the rest of the stage. “YOURE BORING!!” The drunkard yells, his eyes now focusing on Y/N hiding behind her keyboard. “You!” He throws trash from the ground toward her “dance!!” He demands. Her eyes widen as the man throws more items. They continue playing as the man screams expletives at the band, Y/N notices the irritation growing on Felix’s features. Finally, He rips himself away from the mic, and off the stage into the awaiting tent ignoring the calls of his name by his members. Packing his guitar up, the rest of the band come off stage as they reprimand him. “It’s embarrassing is what it is! How could you do that?!” Changbin exclaims. “You think of no one but yourself!” Jisung adds. “There was literally fucking no one other than the dumbass that couldn’t keep his mouth shut which is what you two should do.” Felix growls. Y/N sighs as he exits the room, Jisung and Changbin stare at her expectedly. “I-I’ll handle it” as she makes her way out of the small tent

“Lix!” She calls after him, he continues on his path ignoring her. “The least you could have done was hear them out! You walked off the stage on all of us! You could at least think of us, you know your band!” She scolds. She can hear him mumbling under his breath. “Are we just not important?!Huh?!” She challenges. He whips around to face her “Not important? Why do you think I left when I did?” He growls a scowl forming on his features. “Look, I know you’re miserable but can you not make it obvious?” She snaps. He chuckles sarcastically “oh I’m sorry I’m so obvious” he makes his way toward the crosswalk. Y/N follows after him “please just take care of yourself oppa! Take your medicine, your throat needs it!” She urges as he steps into the steet, a car comes flying past sending him back to the sidewalk “ugh, seriously I can’t get away from you!” He growls as she continues to trail after him “I made some food and put it in your fridge make sure you eat! I also picked up your prescription for you please take your medicine your throat needs hydration, nodules aren’t a joke!—WHAT! Are you my mother?!” He cuts her off frustratedly throwing his hands up. “Why must you pester me every second of the day!!” He growls. Her lip quivers as her hands form into fists, “because I care about you, you mean a lot to me. Please just—just take care of yourself oppa” she states sadly her hand reaching out for his only to be disappointed when he scoffs and pulls himself away.

“I can take care of myself! You’re so annoying always nagging me and just won’t leave me alone! Open your eyes honestly! Stop following me and go home!” He snaps, stomping away from her. Y/N bites her lip, her cheeks growing scarlet as tears cascade down her face. She watches as Felix storms away from her, taking her heart along with him before turning and slowly trudging her way home.

Adrenaline runs through Felix’s veins as he stomps his way over the small canal bridge. His eyes drifting over the water, the lights reflecting off the small waves. “Almost like a Van Gogh painting, No?” A voice calls from next to him. Felix’s eyebrows scrunch together, jumping slightly. He notices a man, about his age, standing beside him. He stood with a small smirk on the side of his plump lips. The mans black hair contrasting to the red hooded coat. “Y-yeah I guess” Felix stutters. Something about the man’s pale skin and dark hooded almond eyes made Felix feel uneasy. “Life can be like that sometimes” the stranger shrugs. “Like what?” Felix questions nervously “like a work of art…” the stranger smiles “I-I guess..” Felix stutters his eyes drifting over the water “no, it is a work of art. And whichever creator you believe in is the artist,” the strange man stated matter of factly. “Well, the artist, is kind of fucking my life up so…kinda hard to believe any of that” Felix denies, shoving his hands in his pockets. “Hey, you never know maybe the artist has to keep repeating things you continue to fuck up as a stray dot of paint on his canvas, you know? I saw that lack luster performance as well…” the strange man confesses. “And what do you expect me to do with that information” Felix states annoyance hidden in his tone.

The strange man chuckles to himself “I expect YOU to do nothing with that information, I just….had an asset I was keeping an eye on and the drunk guy happened to catch my attention” Felix looks at the man with confusion on his features. “Uh okay I guess, I’m gonna go though” uncomfort settling into Felix’s gut. The strange man shrugs “have a nice night” he turns himself to the side gesturing Felix to continue on his trek home. “Get some rest, you’ll be needing it soon” the strange man called softly. “I hope you figure things out soon Felix” Felix freezes at his name “I don’t believe I caught your name!” he calls back to the strange man now walking away “I don’t believe I ever dropped it!” The man calls back before disappearing down the path. Felix slowly turned away as he begin his path home once more. His heart was beating at an unmatchable pace, his hands were shaking profusely. As he reached his door he realized….he never gave the man his name either.

Sun rays bleed through the curtain as the alarm blares from Felix’s phone. His head rings as he’s flashbanged by the bright light illuminating the room. Begrudgingly he pulls himself off the small uncomfortable futon, his hand finding it’s way into his hair. Lifting himself from the makeshift bed, he stretches. Something drawing his eye to the carpet, lifting the foreign object he sniffs it. Fresh Bread? He thinks to himself, before shrugging and placing the discarded bread on his countertop. Pulling open his fridge he’s greeted with the shelves full “tsk this girl doesn’t know when to stop” he grumbles to himself shoving the premade Tupperware dishes to the side. Grabbing a cola, his phone rings. Answering the call “hello, my name is Park Ji-ho I’m calling you about a debt we are atte—“ he cuts the caller off as he tosses his phone onto his bed. Grabbing a near by hoodie and jeans, he rushes to get himself dressed. Hauling his guitar case over his shoulder. He makes his way out the door.

Locking the door behind him, he’s greeted with a large poster. ‘FINAL NOTICE’ it read. “Ughh great!” He growls to himself ripping the form off the door. Rolling his eyes before making his way toward the stairs. He overlooks the cityscape one last time before descending, only for them to be blocked by a large rather bulky male. “Hello” Felix states nervously bowing to the familiar face “nice day out isn’t it?” He takes a hesitant step back, the man’s sinister smile has Felix bolting toward the stairs that go to the roof as another familiar face pops out from behind a corner stopping him as they wrap their arms around his shoulder leading him back down the stairs and into the hands of the bigger male.

“Guys! Guys!” He pleads his hands up in surrender as they both take a hold of the back of his shirt dragging him down the stairs and into the alley beside his building slamming him back against the brick wall “I will pay him soon come on guys!” Felix pleads “with what money?” The bigger one growls snapping at the small man, who immediately begins stuffing Felix’s mouth with bread. His eyes widen, “come on! Eat!” The bigger man demands, leaving Felix confused “you need to be healthy to find a real job and pay your rent and the loan Mr. Kim gave you” the large man confesses before releasing him and punching him in the stomach. Felix hunching over in pain bread flying everywhere as he moans. “Pay what you owe or it gets worse” the smaller man growls gripping the back of his head. Felix nods rapidly as the man lets him go, gesturing to the bigger man before walking off.

Felix groans as he lifts his shirt slightly coming to a crosswalk, a large black and blue bruise sits cheerfully on his ribs. He sucks his teeth as the walk symbol shows, taking a step toward the street he’s sent rushing back in a flash of red and yellow. Following the obstruction, he’s greeted with an older man laying on the ground a red moped with a yellow basket sitting on top of his leg “Mister!” Felix calls the older male gazes at him worry etched on his features “the light was red, you can hurt someone just not paying attention like that!” Felix growls before crossing. He notices a child crying and pointing at a balloon that floats away from her tiny hand. A small pout forms on his heart shaped lips as they pass, his eyes following the drifting balloon as he makes it to the sidewalk. His fingers tighten around the strap of the guitar case, turning away from the floating orb; Felix continues his trek. His eyes quickly drifting to the sidewalk as his legs begin to pick up pace. He rapidly tried to hide his face behind his hood as he noticed the bright blue food truck sat right in the corner of the park. “Hey Felix!” The familiar voice called. Felix sighs in contempt before glaring in the direction of the food truck, only to be greeted with a wide bright smile and his older brother waving back at him. He scoffs to himself before continuing on his path. He begrudgingly trudges his way down an alley, the old rusty, One More Time sign sat on the basement door to the bar the band performs at weekly. He stares at the sign mocking him, a glare on his face as he feels his phone ring in his pocket.

“Hello” he answers tiredly.”Is this Lee Felix” a velvety woman’s voice questions. He nods to himself before realizing the person cannot see him “yes this is who is this?” He asks “Do you enjoy writing songs that don’t sell? Hello, my name is Im Na-yeon from JYP entertainment. let’s talk in person yes?” She explains. Felix’s eyes widen as he pulls the phone away from his ear. He sees a private number, staring back at him. “When?” He quickly agrees. He hears a small chuckle from the other side of the phone “right now preferably” she states. “I will send you the address I’ll see you soon Lee Felix” she giggles before hanging up the call. Felix stares at the bar, he contemplates going inside seeing Jisung and Changbin getting their opinions but then he comes to the realization Y/N might be there. He scoffs to himself, she’s always there. With his mind made up he plugs in the address to JYP entertainment and begins his journey.

A large glass skyscraper sits in front of him, he eyes the text message once more before staring once again at the building. Large letters read ‘JYP ENTERTAINMENT’ across the border over the entrance. He notices a large crowd of what could be assumed to be fans in the corner of the building.”me? Here?” He thinks out loud “no way?!” Disbelief fills him as he slowly makes his way to the door, pulling it open he’s greeted by a security guard “name?” The guard questions. Felix looks around confused “uh Lee F-Felix” he replies hesitantly as he notices the guard scan a paper before signaling to allow him entry to the other guard. “Uh w-would you guys know where Im Na-yeons office is?” He questions hesitantly. The second guard gives him a soft smile before pointing to the elevator “it’s the 8th floor, you go up this elevator and you should see her when you get out” Felix nods and makes his way toward the elevator.

As he exits he notices posters lining the walls, idol groups and bands of the company. He makes his way to the secretary seated in the desk as he steps off the elevator. “H-hi I’m looking for Im Na-yeon” he states to the girl behind the desk, she nods swiftly before picking up her phone and informing someone of his arrival. He notices her nod multiple times before hanging up the phone “Hello I’m Sana, I’m going to be showing you to Na-yeons office” she greets with a bright friendly smile extending her hand to him. He takes it hesitantly “Felix” he states as he shakes her hand. She nods “follow me”. She turns away from her desk before walking down the hall, Felix’s legs begin to feel heavy as they get further into the building. He notices a full glass office, a youngish looking woman sits at a desk. She wore a bright hot pink suit, her long brunette hair sat perfectly down her back as she typed on a computer. ‘Im Na-yeon’ the door read. Felix’s eyes drift back to the gorgeous woman once again “s-she’s Im Na-yeon” he questions nervously. Sana smiles and nods “she has a really good ear for musicians if she wants to see you it must mean she sees something in you, she hasn’t signed anyone for a while” Sana confesses as she gestured for him to go in.

He opens the door hesitantly “You came!” Na-yeon smiles as she lifts herself from the desk making her way over to him. His heart flutters as the woman wraps her arms around his neck. His hands go up in nervousness not completing the unexpected hug. She snaps and Sana comes running in with a bouquet placing it in his hands. Felix’s eyes are wide as he stares at the flowers. “I’ve noticed you for a while now” Na-yeon confesses. Felix’s eyes meet hers “me?!” He questions bewildered pointing at himself “Yes. You. What do you think we only train idols here?” She chuckles crossing her arms over her chest as Felix nods. “Well that is mainly true” she winks with a smile “but you have something and we’re looking for new ventures” she nudges him slightly. He takes a seat on the couch across from her desk. “W-what would you want me for?” He questions. Na-yeon snaps once more and Sana comes running in with a packet, placing it in his hands as well as a check. Felix’s eyes drift over the papers in his hands, a look of disbelief grows on his expression as the check reads back to him ‘1,000,000,000₩’ “t-this is..” he trails “just the signing bonus” Na-yeon a small smile forms on her lips showing her adorable bunny teeth. “You could double that in time” she winks “as long as you follow regulations” she sucks her teeth “s-so you mean all I have to do is sign?” He questions his eyes wide. “Yes, and unfortunately due to our strict policies we do require you to make some….adjustments to the line up of the band” her eyes meet his “the keyboard player she’s your girlfriend correct?” He nods hesitantly “Remove her from the band and break up with her” a sly smirk forms on her lips “we wouldn’t want a scandal or anything later down the line” she crosses her legs leaning forward placing a dainty hand on his knee.

Felix jumps slightly moving his knee from her grasp. He stares at the check in his hands, his throat sinks into his stomach. He pictures Y/N standing there behind her keyboard while he headed the band, a smile plastered on her lips. In a quick flash the image is replaced with an unfamiliar face, he felt as if he would throw up. “K-kick Y/N o-out of the band?…” his voice is practically a whisper. “Is that a problem?” Na-yeon questions, her eyebrow raising slightly. Her head tilts to the side as he sits there stunned. “You are all just like this aren’t you?” He snaps his eyes never leaving the check as he places it on the table in front of him “Like what?” She asks, her tone is sweet yet he can tell there’s venom behind the question. “You all expect people like me to just sell you their dreams and you—dreams? You think I care about your dreams? You think any of us care about your dreams? No. Look hun, YOU can sell but your band can’t. You have a look that we could work with and enhance and I have plans for you. You need money and I’m willing to give it where’s the loss there?” She cuts him off the sweetness completely gone from her tone. His head whips toward hers a glare on his face “I don’t want your dirty money! You can’t buy my dream and my life!” He grabs his guitar case lifting himself from the couch in anger. “If you keep living based on solely your dreams you’re going to continue where you are. Call me if you change your mind but the offer won’t last long there are always more pretty faces.” Na-yeon quips. He bites his lip frustratedly before storming out the door.

Felix felt as if his feet were molded in cement, the practice room smelled of mildew and stale beer. He let out a heavy sigh as he made his way through the door, “Oh look who decided to grace us with his presence!” Jisung exclaims frustratedly, Changbin and Y/N look at each other nervousness filling their faces. Felix rolls his eyes at his friend “can we just practice?” He mumbles making his way over to the electric guitar that sat beside Y/N’s keyboard. Guilt fills his stomach as she smiles brightly at him “I wrote a new song Oppa!” His eyes avoid hers as he nods and makes his way to the mic. He doesn’t notice the sad pout forming on her features as he brushes her off. Changbin touches her arm comfortingly before grabbing her song book “We should try Y/N’s song she stayed up all night writing and it’s named One More Time like us” The drummer gestures to everyone, his arms moving in a large circle. Jisung and Y/N have bright smiles as they laugh together over the title of the song. Na-yeons words ring through his ears once more, her taunting chuckle continuously going in and out of his ears. His throat felt as if there was a balloon continuously filling with air in it, his breathing grew heavy. Shakily he lifts the guitar strap over his head placing the instrument on the stand before staggering out of the room.

Y/N watches with concern slowly grabbing the bright red scarf she stowed away; she creeps from behind her keyboard, “Oppa!” She calls cheerfully trailing behind him. Felix groans to himself before tiredly turning his head to face her “What?” He growls. “This is for you” her eyes are bright as she hold out the scarf to him. Felix eyes the object, he scoffs “this…again?” Holding the scarf in one hand as if the gesture was burdensome “you give me the same thing every year! Can you for once at least be original? Like it’s not even handmade” he scolds. She nods disappointedly her eyes drifting to the ground “W-winter is coming I just want you to stay warm” Felix rolls his eyes “I can take care of myself! Why are you so clueless?” He scoffs tossing the scarf at her and storming back toward the bar. Y/N stands there gripping the scarf like her life depended on it as tears filled her eyes.

Felix grabs his guitar case forcefully as he enters the practice room. He turns and notices Jisung and Changbin seated eating and playing on their phones. “Do you guys have no ambition like honestly?! How many bowls of ramen have you eaten today?” He growls at the pair. “Why does it matter?! You were late anyway I can eat however much I want!” Changbin exclaims before taking a large amount of noodles onto his chopsticks and slurping. Felix rolls his eyes a disgusted scoff is released from his lips before he makes his way to the exit. His eyes meet Y/N’s as she enters the door, her gaze quickly drifting to the ground. His blood boils at her actions quickly shoving past her his shoulder colliding with hers. ”You better be back here for the show tonight!!” Changbin growls to him as he slams the door behind him.

The light shines brightly against Felix’s face, he felt dull almost numb. He could hear the music, the small audience cheering. His eyes drifted around the room, he observed his members playing their instruments, Y/N’s eyes are stuck on him a wide bright smile on her lips. His eyes are on the crowd, the lyrics not finding their way out. “L-let’s not do this” he mumbles. The music stops Jisung Changbin, and Y/N look at each other in confusion “Oppa, what are you doing?” Y/N whispers, he waves her off “Let’s not continue this anymore. It’s a waste of time” Felix states looking at nothing but the stage lights “Thank you to everyone that came out tonight and supported us all this time but I think this is it for us. Have a good night everyone” he states stoically, “Dude! What the hell are you doing?” Jisung exclaims bewildered “I’m giving up on this bullshit! Do you really think you can sell? Or you?” Felix growls pointing at Changbin before turning to Y/N “and Y/N…” he scoffs her name in disgust “she was only here to buy us things we needed here and there” her eyes widen. A glare sits on Jisung’s features “you bastard!” He growls gripping Felix’s shirt, forcing the taller boy to sit eye to eye with him. “WE GAVE UP EVERYTHING FOR YOU!! Y/N GAVE UP EVERYTHING EVERY CHANCE SHE HAD FOR YOU! AND YOU JUST WANT TO TOSS US TO THE SIDE LIKE WE’RE NOTHING!” Jisung’s face is a bright scarlet, his voice is booming and harsh. His hand forms a fist bringing it to Felix’s face sending the taller boy stumbling to the side with a forceful punch. “Hit me all you want! It doesn’t change anything, you can all go fuck yourselves!” Felix growls lifting himself from the ground storming out the bar. Y/N’s heart raced as she trailed behind her boyfriend. “Oppa!” She called after him, she heard him mumble under his breath “Yah Lee Felix!” She growled grabbing his arm. He forces his hand away from hers returning her glare “what?!” He snaps taking a step toward her. “What is your problem?!” She bitterly snaps. “What? You somehow disappointed now?” He quips “oh I’ve been more than disappointed for a long time” she retorts “who are you these days, like really Felix, you’ve changed so much in the past few years and it’s sickening it’s obvious where you are with all of us so I’m sorry for being such a burden” her arms cross over her chest, the large pink sweater she wore rose slightly as she turned to walk away “I just find it all a waste of time” Felix confesses venom laced in his tone, Y/N freezes and turns to face him. Felix takes a step toward her “I didn’t change I just opened my eyes like you make good food and willing to pay for anything I ask it was easy with you.But everything is boring, everything about you is boring from the way you nag me like my mother to just fucking you it’s all so fucking boring!” He growls. Eyes connecting with hers a scowl sitting on his features. Y/N’s blood boils at his word, her hand makes connection with Felix’s cheek. The sting sending shock to Felix’s core, a small subtle twinge sets in his heart. “You heartless piece of shit! You can’t even think about how I feel, I’ve loved you for years! I did everything I did for you because I loved you! You’re disgusting to me now and I’m so happy that I’m ridding you from my life now…Let’s break up!” She yells.

Felix can feel his heart hurt slightly at her declaration, he feels the tidal wave of anger flow throw him once more. He doesn’t understand why his chest was hurting so bad, he knew he’s wanted this for a while but why does the idea of her walking away hurt so badly. His anger has him pulling his phone out and dialing the familiar number “Give me the contract…” his eyes drift over Y/N’s confused features “I’ll sign, I’ll do whatever you want just come get me now!” He screams into the phone. “That didn’t take long. What have you finally grown up? Stopped thinking about petty dreams, hmm?” Na-yeon chuckles “where are you, pretty?” Felix’s leg is shaking as he sends a photo of his location “can you find me from that?!” He asks. “Oh you’re so lucky” Na-yeon giggles as a black car pulls in front of the pair. Na-yeon exits the car and makes her way over to Felix, her arms wrap around his neck and pulls him into her frame. Felix’s eyes drift to Y/N, he notices the contempt on her features, feeling petty he wraps his arms around her dainty waist. “Hello” Na-yeon smirks to the girl behind them “I’m Felix’s manager, Im Na-yeon, it’s nice to meet you. Even though we will never be seeing each other again” she giggles to herself. Y/N glares at Felix’s back “your trash!” She growls “when you fall flat on your face you won’t be able to contact me again”. Felix hesitates for a moment before taking Na-yeons hand. Y/Ns eyes are wide as Felix and Na-yeon make their way to her car hand in hand.

Strobe lights flash as Felix enters the club behind Na-yeon. A loud clap from the bunny faced girl has the music stopping and all eyes on her “Attention everyone! Please welcome Felix to the JYP entertainment family” Na-yeon smiles, she gestures a girl to come over “This is Yeji from Itzy, you two are going to be working together a lot so please get to know each other” Yeji extends her hand toward him “I’ve never done something like this before” she confesses before leaning into his ear “but I’m a really good learner and I know you can teach me a lot” her tone is seductive and full of lust. Felix’s mouth hangs open slightly, he nods.

The room was blurry as Felix grabbed another random bottle he found placed on a table. Quickly taking a large swig of the liquor his throat burns. The music is pounding, his hands wrap around Yejis waist as she grinds herself against him. Laughter fills the crowd as the pair dance. A smile plastered on the twos faces, Felix can feel Yejis arms snake around his neck as he takes another swig from the bottle “you’re really hot” she exclaims pressing her lips against his. Felix’s hands sit firmly on her waist, returning her kiss. The image of Y/N’s heartbroken face flashes in his mind has him pulling away. “S-sorry I need some air” he explains as he stumbles out of the club. The cool autumn air kisses his freckled cheeks, his legs stumbling as he begin making his way home. A flash of light catches his eye, his eyes drift to the orb. A familiar park and small pond come into focus, a small smile forms on his lips as he remembers the first time he kissed Y/N. His heart cracks in his chest as the memory replays in his mind. Stumbling his way over the small wooden divider, he stares at the lake. He pulls his phone out scrolling through the contacts before coming to the name he searched for. His thumb hovered over the green call button.

Y/N’s words replay in his mind, tears build in his eyes. “Im heartless” he scoffs to himself “you broke up with me but I’m the heartless one” he stares at her contact the urge to call her growing stronger and stronger. “JUST GET OUT OF MY MIND!!” He screams tossing the phone in the water, his drunkenness send him flailing into the water. He struggles to surface grabbing at his guitar case trying to pull himself up only to be greeted with water once again pulling him down. His eyes are drawn to a figure walking across the water stopping just out of his reach. “Help me please” he pleads before sinking once again. He notices the familiar red coat on the figure as they lean toward him. “Are you happy?” The figure calls, Felix stares at the figure as he continues to sink ‘No’ he thinks ‘I regret a lot. Can I ever be happy?’ The figure sits with a sad pout on their lips “It’s not the end okay? So take care of yourself” the figure lets out a sad sigh before taking a hold of the gold chain around their neck. The necklace consisting of two circles the other one small and resilient. The center circle sat with a small hourglass inside, taking a hold of the center circle the figure flips it. A small pout on their lips as they lift themselves from the water and make their way back. Felix can feel himself sinking lower and lower into the pond. ‘Im sorry’ he thinks as his eyes drift closed and the darkness consumes him.

Masterlist Episode 2

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takecareluv · 2 years

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Hi it's my first time making a request ever so I hope this is okay.

I was hoping that you could write a vinnie imagine where early in their relationship reader forced vinnie to watch 'the summer I turned pretty' with her and she makes like a comment how if someone gave her an infinity necklace like conrad she'd marry them or something like that. Then, later in their relationship (like one year anniversary or longer doesn't matter) vinnie actually gives her an infinity necklace and says that he hopes to be the conrad to her belly I don't know just a really heartwarming confession and reaction.

If you can't do this it's fine. I have just been imagining this scenario and I really enjoy this concept and this show. I just need a conrad. #teamconrad

a.n. hiii it is more than okay !!! sorry this took a few days, i wanted to finish watching the show before i wrote this so i knew what you were talking about! i hope this is what you imagined <3 tbh i can't decide if i'm team conrad or team jeremiah... i think i'm leaning towards conrad but at the same time poor Jeremiah 🥺oh also i hope i described the scenes right. ah

to infinity || vinnie hacker x reader

you and vinnie had been dating for close to three months and were spending almost every moment together.

you were sitting on Vinnie's bed while he streamed when you saw everyone on the internet suddenly freaking about this new show called the summer i turned pretty.

you just knew you had to check it out. which of course meant vinnie would have to watch it too.

an hour had gone by and you finally heard vinnie saying good night to chat before shutting down his computer. excitedly, you turned over, grabbing the remote to turn on the tv, ready to start the show.

“what? i thought we were watching anime tonight!” vinnie exclaimed as he laid next to you on the bed and pulled some of the blanket to cover him.

“tomorrow night?” you said while mustering up the most innocent smile you could to get him to watch another girly, romance-book-turned-show with you.

“you’re lucky you're cute” he said, easily giving in.

“that's what i was hoping you’d say,” you giggled.

you were coming up on the end of the series, loving every second of it. especially the scene where belly and conrad shared a moment on the dock when he gave her the infinity necklace. you thought the gesture was adorable.

“that is the sweetest thing. if someone got me a necklace like that, i would never take it off.” you said thinking out loud.

vinnie only smiled, taking note of that in the back of his mind for later.

several months later you were approaching your one year anniversary, a very special day to the two of you.

you were sitting on the beach, watching the sun set into the night sky. turning to face you, vinnie picked up a small box, reaching out for you to grab it. “i got you something, baby.”

you slowly took it from his hand, pulling the ribbon undone and opening the box to reveal a stunning gold necklace with two charms at the center, one: a tiny infinity sign, and two: a letter “v”.

you let out a quiet gasp, “you remembered?” you whispered, trying to hold back tears. “vin, it’s beautiful. i love it.”

“put it on for me?” you then asked nicely.

he took the necklace from you, running his hands through your hair to move it to the side. he wrapped the necklace around you throat, clasping the chain and she turning it to face the correct way.

fiddling slightly with the charms, he smiled. “perfect.”

“i love you. thank you.” you said, kissing his cheek.

“this is a forever thing, baby. i love you more than all the stars and the moon. imma be the conrad to your belly, remember that.”

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impossibleprincess35 · 6 months

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[20 Question Fic Writer Tag]

Hey, I got tagged twice. Thanks @yourfavoritefridge and @miserableandmagical94! <3

How many works do you have on AO3? Only nine, ten tomorrow, but I feel like I'm a n00b as I just got back into writing fic this past spring.

What is your AO3 word count? 376,550

What fandoms do you write for? Mainly Star Wars. I'm kind of obsessed at the moment. Like, I've gone down the SW rabbit hole and I kinda love it here.

What are your top five fics by kudos? Asphodel: 168 The Echo and the Stain: 50 Peace: 42 Hard Candy: 25 La Cantina de Bloomita: 21

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? I totally do. I cherish every kudos, every bookmark, every subscription, and every comment on my stories, because no one is obligated to interact at all. The fact that people take the time to do it? I want you to know I see you and I appreciate you. You could be doing a billion other things with your spare time, but you chose to read my new chapter? and then you took the time to tell me what you thought?! I adore you.

What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? In Vain. Obi-Wan goes to Kalevala in search of something to feel close to Satine in the wake of Order 66. I remember writing it and being like, "Well, this is fucking depressing."

What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? Peace. Satine gives birth to Korkie with Obi-Wan right there with her, and it's just fluff and love and newborn baby sweetness.

Do you get hate on fics? Occasionally, I get some kind of comment that implies that I have grossly misunderstood the Obi-Wan/Satine characters, and I just shrug it off. Some people don't like my version of their year on the run because they're annoying eighteen year olds, and I suppose all of us were our best selves at 18? And some of the feedback I've heard on Asphodel makes it sound like I've turned Satine into a Space Thot or something, like she's DTF with everyone in the galaxy. For the most part, though, the feedback I've gotten is amazing, so I keep doing what I'm doing.

Do you write smut? If so, what kind? Yes, I dabble in the smut. In Asphodel, it's very much a romantic thing. There's occasionally a little bit of gratuitous smut, but I'd say 95% of the time, the smut scenes are pivotal to the story and give you more insight into their characters and how emotionally tied to one another they are. Maybe I could illustrate those emotional ties through dangerous experiences, but that's what I'm doing in my year on the run story, so.. romantic sex it is. ;)

Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written? I haven't attempted this yet. I feel like my brain would explode if I tried a crossover.

Have you ever had a fic stolen? No, and I fear this ever happening. I'm mean and vindictive. My Aries moon is a bitch.

Have you ever had a fic translated? No, but this would be so cool. What a huge compliment, right?

Have you ever cowritten a fic before? Nope, haven't done this yet, but I'd be open to it in the future.

What's your all-time favorite ship? It's a tie between Steggy (MCU) and Obitine (SW). I'll just admit this right here and right now, at the end of Endgame, I sobbed. For two hours. TWO HOURS. My husband has video of me in the car leaving the theater and I'm crying like a crazy person because Steggy got their happy ending. I was so deep into that "doomed by the narrative" ship that I never thought it would happen, so when it did, I basically lost my mind and embarrassed myself in front of all our friends. But I own it. I will love them forever. I'm almost as crazy over Obitine.

What's a WIP you'd like to finish but doubt you ever will? Shhh, don't say that. I'm finishing them all.

What are your writing strengths? I'm really not sure. I mean, I like my writing. I like my stories. I write for me, so it's all good. Someone wanna tell me what my strengths are? Maybe it's the details. I think I'm detail oriented.

What are your writing weaknesses? I'm long winded. If I could cut my chapters back to 3K words a piece, I think my stories would hit a wider audience and I would probably sleep better at night, but c'est la vie.

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic? Never say never, but it's unlikely. For me to sit and try to figure out the linguistics of Mando'a alone, look, I'm old. I got 2 kids. I'm a class mom. I have a job. I have a caffeine dependency. I have migraines. I'll leave that to the pros. I'm just over here fucking around trying to let Obi-Wan and Satine have a few orgasms and some romance before the galaxy goes to shit around them, y'know?

First fandom you wrote for? Ever?! I used to write Hanson fics when I was in middle school with an Angelcities website, and I was in a little online club called Hanson Hoes. "Do not cite the deep magic to me, witch. I was there when it was written." (Aside from that, definitely SW.)

Favorite fic you've ever written? It's gonna be Asphodel. It's my baby. I love it so much and I'm so proud of it.

Now, for who to tag.. here we go! @jelly-opal and @scottysketches! (If you've already done this, please disregard. My bad.)

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ignyxdaughter · 1 year

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𝐗𝐕𝐈𝐈 - 𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐒

(𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 /𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐤𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐳𝐨𝐯𝐚 𝐱 𝐤𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐨𝐧)

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A/N: Hey, everyone! How are you? Firstly, I want to apologize for the long delay. I let you down by making you wait for just a chapter, so I came back with two — one for today and another for tomorrow. I hope you enjoy them. Also, although not posting, I have seen and read and reread every note of yours. These were literally the motivations that took me back to writing, so thank you to everyone who's been reading, liking and commenting in the fic! I can't express in words how much you are important to me! Finally, I was gone for a while due to personal reasons. Honestly, I was a mess and, because of that, had to take some time for myself. But I am better now and have found pleasure in writing again! I think all I want to say is: take care of yourselves — mental health is really important — and remember that you are special; you are beautiful and perfect just the way you are💕

A/N: The Darkling's memories which have Baghra are made with quotes from "The Demon in the Wood", so it totally belongs to Leigh Bardugo!

A/N: English is not my first language. I’m gonna mix the books and the tv show to make the story line clearer (I read soc, the grisha trilogy and its tales). I don’t own Shadow and Bone and TO/Legacies characters; they’re, respectively, Leigh Bardugo, L. J. Smith and Julie Plec. Also, this is how I think the Darkling is,and some of the events will be changed due to the story's course!

word count: 4942

warnings: mentions of suicide attempts, self harm, death and witch hunt

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The shock on her face increases, for once not knowing what to do. Katherine can only stare at The Darkling as he talks. She hears a few accusations — truths — about her killing Malyen Oretsev, but doesn't pay attention to any of that, since the thought that occupies her head is that everything is not making sense. Kirigan created the Shadow Fold, he's The Black Heretic; he surely was chased by many otkazat'sya in his life, including tsar Anastas guards, and seen with his own eyes other Grishas fighting against each other for survival and then brutally dying. It's impossible that he hasn't seen any change in Ravka after the creation of the Unsea, that he hasn't seen his country beginning to have more peace and haven for his people. So why does he have the desire to end the Fold?

Only an idiot would want that, and she knows that Kirigan isn't one.

"Do you have something to say about all of this?" The witch is able to finally hear clearly an entire sentence from him. She blinks a few times to concentrate on the General's stern face and look at the dark brown eyes that are fuming with rage.

"What really is your plan?"

"The one that you possibly ruined forever?!" He yells at her, all his patience gone.

"Anastasia said that Ravka before the Fold's creation was a complete disgrace." Katherine blatantly ignores him. "Supernaturals and Grishas lived in dread of being accused of practicing small science or magic, of getting persecuted, tortured and killed. Or worse, of having someone they love find that destiny!"

The Darkling clenches his jaw in indignation. Katherine is close to discovering his true intentions, and he doesn't know what her reaction will be, because expanding the Unsea would probably break magical balance, which she so fiercely protects. "Who's that woman?"

"Someone older and cleverer than you and I. But she doesn't matter to this conversation. What matters is her saying: that the Fold reduced the number of mortals defying and sentencing our people, and even protects Ravka from the war against the Fjerdan and the Shu Han." She approaches him with a pointing finger. "Your creation, Kirigan." The woman pokes her finger on his chest, which slightly pushes him backwards. "Your bloody creation did that! So why fucking end it?!"

"You ruined my plan!"

"The plan that would bring disgrace into my people again? Yes, I ruined it, and thank the Ancestors that I did it!"

"My plan would strengthen Ravka!"

She chuckles. "Oh, yes, by giving all the power to an inexperienced lightscum."

Lightscum, as if Alina's power was something to be disgusted about.

Of course, the General heard from Genya and the Sun Summoner of how cold Ms. Anya, the handmaiden, was towards the latter. They used to say that she seemed annoyed whenever Alina was close and never talked to her unless she asked something. For a brief moment, he recalls a conversation with the younger woman in which she said that Ms. Anya had never shared a smile with her and was only second to Baghra in rudeness because she hadn't beaten her with a stick... yet.

At the time, The Darkling thought the issue was jealousy or contempt over a Grisha. However, now he knows that it can't be the latter, since Katherine is a witch, but at the same time, the first option doesn't seem right. The shadow singer's voice at the mention of Alina was of grudge instead of anger, and this isn't typical of jealousy.

Now it was his turn to let out a small mocking laugh. "You really think I would give all the power to her?"

"Of course you would! Her light blinds you till it destroys you! That's what they are: traitors."

"Alina is too young to have the mind to betray her kind." Kirigan has to gather all of his strength to not ask all the questions he wants the answers to. Of why Katherine truly killed Malyen Oretsev and why the name 'lightscum' for who has the power of light, of what happened to her when she was taken away from him, of how she got here and discovered he is The Black Heretic... He truly wants to know the witch, all of her; body, heart and soul. But there's a specific question that his whole being screams for an immediate answer — he wishes to look at her eyes and say 'are you alright?'. However, he feels it'll be better to wait until Katherine blurts out everything that's inside her head to then fulfill his desire.

Cheshire told him this morning to listen to her before acting, and that's what he'll do. After all, to gain this woman, he has to understand her.

"She hadn't been with her kind until a few months ago! No matter how much time she spends with Grisha, she will always prefer the mortals because they were who raised her!" Katherine's last string of patience runs out. Without being aware of her uncontrollable behavior, she starts yelling in rage, every concealed thought of hers pleading to be freed. "And even if that weren't the case, she would be capable of treason because that's how lightscums are: fucking snobs who only care about themselves. For you to have a glimpse of how much they lack character, they have a habit of stealing other lightscums' power for themselves, so that they are more powerful and have no competition in the way. I've never known one worthy of loyalty, mainly because everyone I've given the slightest bit of trust has stabbed me in the back!"

"I'm sure Alina is not like that."

"Stop defending her!" The General raises his eyebrows as she shouts in english, the shadows in the woods increasing and turning the place darker with all the fury she's feeling. Wrath took her completely, till the point she cannot control her powers and translate her words into ravkan. "I am a trickle in the middle of a river of them and they took every inch of happiness I have had from the beginning! My lightscums breeders used to beat me until I lost conscience, and those two wenches that were born along with me used to call me horrendous names. Years after I left and found a family, they took some of them from me. I know that because the man who whipped my back uncountable times was the lightscum who helped in the plan to kill my aunt, my uncle and my father. MY BLOODY FATHER!"

The Darkling's heart clenches in his chest while hearing these confessions; his mind, a mix of sadness and anger. Sadness for knowing how much Katherine has been hurt in life, and anger for those who dared to do that to her. These feelings only increase when he sees tears wetting her eyes. A stab in his guts would be better than witnessing these beautiful light green orbs full of sorrow.

"He was the only one who never judged me, and they killed him." Her knees give way to the freezing floor, weak from having to hold the weight of a heartache that was stuck inside her for decades, centuries, even. "I tried—" She takes a deep shaking breath to recompose herself, but fails miserably. "I tried to meet other lightscums, but they always betrayed me. The result was countless assassination attempts and lovers and friends approaching me out of interest only to turn their backs on me after I didn't give them influence in the Supernatural community."

"Katherine—"

"After so much effort for nothing, I concluded that they are scums! All of them, no matter what!" Finally, she faces him, which makes him see how wounded she still is with these horrible events. Saints, if he had the power to go back in time to kill everyone who helped on breaking Katherine, he would gladly do it. "You want to know why I killed your tracker? Because I'm fucking TIRED! I'm tired of being mistreated for having shadows. I'm tired of being replaced by a lightscum and seeing others live the consequences of their actions. But you know what I'm really tired of? To see my people suffering."

A shiver runs down through the witch's spine by what she is going to say next, for once, not caring about the Shadow Summoner's rejection. After all, she was classified as second place the moment when he choses Alina over her. Now, the only things that matter to Katherine are regaining Agatha's memories and protecting the Supernaturals and herself from two certain Grishas.

The Darkling, because he is the person who Katherine has fallen for and the mind behind the plan of destroying the Unsea. And Alina, because she is the puppet that will concret the plan.

"So don't expect me to do nothing when their safety is threatened." Her voice fails a little from physical and emotional exhaustion. "I will do everything in my power to leave this Fold intact and let that lightscum away from an amplifier. If you want to give her the Morozova stag, the sea whip and the firebird for her to produce magic, you'll have to pass through me. And believe when I say that my shadows are loyal, and will always protect me."

A fragment of her still screams to be freed — the one who wants to ask why would he destroy his greatest creation — but she conceals that part inside of her. It's not the time to question that, not yet.

Shock is expressed all over in the General's face. His dark brown eyes are widened; his eyebrows, raised; his mouth, slightly agape. He thinks of all the ways the witch could have discovered this, until he concludes that the most accurates options are through confidential conversations in the Little Palace or by rummaging through his chambers. However, none of them make sense. The first, because Kirigan never shared with anyone the plan to go after the other two amplifiers; the second, because he is sure that Katherine has only been in his room once, and on that day she was reading a page which had notes only about the Morozova's stag and, on the corner of it, the name 'hanging tree' was alone, without any explanation underneath it.

The Darkling opens his mouth to demand how she found out his intentions, but closes it as soon as he remembers the first time they had a real conversation. He woke up earlier to return those ludicrous books in Norse runes to the Little Palace's library just to then see 'Ms. Anya' carefully reading the Latin titles. Though what really caught his attention that day was the old red book on her hands, one with a worn cover and light brown pages from its use.

Katherine read the Istorii Sankt'ya. His Istorii Sankt'ya, which later he found out that she made notes on its final page. Katherine's wisdom, however, never seems to fail him, since all the scratches were written in Norse runes. So even if he wants to read it — and the Saints know how he tried —, he can't, because he doesn't understand the language.

He has to urgently find a translator as soon as he gets back to the Little Palace.

"My book."

The witch scoffs by hearing the realization in his voice. "I'm not a fool that cannot see through the images, Kirigan. The page with the Morozova stag, the sea whip and the firebird was opened on my lap as I learned about amplifiers. It took me a single look to question what would happen if a Grisha had more than one."

"Have you told—" He stops when she shakes her head, his heart racing as fast as a horse as she speaks again.

"Nature didn't make Grishas' body to handle magic. Even if they manage to practice it, they can't control it. You must know that." With her jaw, Katherine points at the Fold behind her. "Did it hurt when you did it? Had you felt you were going to die in agony?"

He takes a deep breath, as if the action would encourage him to confess. Finally, after what seemed like eternity, The Darkling says: "Yes."

Her answer is a simple nod, while her eyes fall to the ground in shame. "I've broken many magical balances in my life. All of them hurted, and in all of them I begged to die." Kirigan can feel his heart clenching as she tells him the truth, not wanting to imagine her in a breakdown worse than now. "I'm not proud of these moments, but they were from a time when I couldn't stand breathing anymore. Have you ever felt that? The need to just... end it all and rest forever."

He thought that so many times, but the most remarkable one was when tsar Anastas' guards murdered Luda in front of him.

He wants to say that to Katherine, to guarantee that she's not insane to have such thoughts, but he knows that only his experience won't prove anything to her. Therefore, instead of exposing his feelings, he states: "It's impossible to be an immortal and not think of that. You're not alone."

This makes the witch go into a trance, remembering all the times she tried to end herself. Silent tears run down her face as she realizes that she's had these sick thoughts for ages and that in no time they seem to go away. Of course, she also has good memories, but they are useless when sorrow gnaws at her, especially when it's related to her father. Elijah Mikaelson was the most special person in Katherine Morris' life; he gave her a home, a family, made her feel loved and comfortable with her own powers. His death made Katherine lose any sanity that kept her on her feet. No matter how many times the shadow singer tries to forget, she will always remember that the first magical balance she broke was while practicing necromancy in hopes of bringing her dad back. She almost died during the countless experiments, and actually succeeded in resurrecting some people, but never her father, nor her uncle Klaus or her aunt Hayley. Since they died, their bodies were nothing more than ashes running through the wind. If only these ashes were kept on an urn, maybe she could make another successful necromancy.

But they aren't, so these Mikaelsons will continue dead and the witch will have to deal with grief for eternity. However, there is still a place where she can reunite with them: afterlife. It didn't take long since Katherine started her attempts to end herself.

The woman looks at her forearms, at the permanent thin white lines she made in order to stop the grief and intrusive thoughts. "You sure?" Her voice trembles and her heart clenches by remembering such a dark period of her life.

"I am." The General reassures her with a soothing tone, wanting to calm her and prevent another breakdown.

Taking her silence as a cue, Kirigan moves his fingers and summons a tiny shadow. The small piece of darkness floats around his hand before he guides it towards Katherine.

The air in her lungs is gone as soon as she feels something putting a strand of hair behind her ear. Her eyes look at her side to discover what has done this, but has no success, since the shadow is long gone. However, she faces the Grisha in front of her just in time to see him summoning another piece of darkness. He doesn't break eye contact as he releases the shadow to repeat the action with another dark brown lock of hers. The corner of his lips are twisted in an almost imperceptible smile. Almost.

"You're not alone, Katherine, and even if you were once, I won't let that happen again."

"You aren't able to do that."

"I am. But for that to happen, you have to let me in." Kirigan notices the darkness in the woods slowly coming back to normal, letting him see the place clearer. This is a sign that his plan is working. Calming Katherine down to then approach and hold her was indeed the right path to follow. "Let me know you and I'll let you know me. That way you will never be alone anymore."

The woman gives him a small smile when his shadow slightly touches her face, the tension on her shoulders instantly vanishing. It felt so good and relieving that she wants him to feel the same. Katherine then conjures a small piece of darkness and releases it towards him, making it circle his face.

The Darkling chuckles a little, enchanted by seeing his equal using her powers, and his heart skips a beat when she says: "You're not alone either, Kirigan."

The General wants nothing but to be close to her and hold her in his arms right now, however, he knows that the witch will easily be shocked if he does that without warning. So he slowly approaches her, analyzing her confused expression till he carefully sits by her side on the freezing snow. Kirigan makes sure that Katherine can predict every movement of his so that, if she gets upset, she can stop him. But she doesn't move, not even an inch away from him. The woman just observes as he unbutton his black cloak and cautiously places it on her shoulders, the heavy clothing instantly warming her cold body. Yet it's not only her body that is warmed with Kirigan's gesture, since her heart almost melts to see such tenderness coming from the most feared man in the country.

Then, without looking away from the witch's beautiful light green eyes, he whispers: "I don't want to end the Fold."

Katherine swears that she literally felt the air leaving her lungs. "W-What?"

He raises a hand at her, a silent request for her to listen to him without making any interruptions. She looks at him expectantly, ready to hear everything with as much attention as possible. So he tells her all: how he spent his whole life hiding with his mother, moving from village to village without even having a chance to interact properly with those his own age. The General lets out a rueful laugh as he briefly reveals his childhood fear of forgetting his real name, as each season both he and Baghra had a new identity.

'It's my own name I'm afraid of forgetting', he used to say to Baghra, and she would always tap his chest and draw the letter A on it. A of Aleksander.

'Your true name is written here', she would suddenly speak softly. 'Tattooed on your heart. You don't let just anyone read it.'

And he believed her in that till nowadays. Even not needing to hide his true nature anymore, he still conceals his birth name from the world. It's his most well kept secret; no one but he and his mother knows the truth. However, he is willing to extend this secret to one more person just for the incessant desire to hear Katherine say 'Aleksander'. Just the thought of hearing her calm voice calling to him makes his whole body shiver with lust.

Kirigan also tells the witch of his attempts to peacefully end prejudice against Grishas, that the formation of the Second Army was just that. With a heavy heart, the General also mentions Luda, a lover from centuries ago who he planned to run away with, but unfortunately was murdered before his eyes by royal soldiers.

Finally, The Darkling reveals that the famous story of the Black Heretic is partially true. He indeed tried to create his own army using merzost, but the motive wasn't out of thirst for power, but for revenge; resentment towards the injustice against Grishas and the desire to make a safe place for his people was all that crossed his mind at the moment. He always had that dream. Luda's death was just the push that made him fulfill it once and for all.

"The Fold protects my people from persecution and from the war." Kirigan lets out a tired sigh. "If I destroy it, I will doom them."

There's a moment of silence between Katherine and him, the quick and meaningless thoughts hammering the witch's head, who tries to put together all the pieces of the puzzle. After failing miserably, she has the courage to say her doubts out loud. "So what do you want to do? Why do you need to amplify Alina's power?"

The General's dark brown eyes meet her light green ones. "You're clever enough to find out, Katherine." She frowns, confused. "Why would I need to use merzost on the Fold?"

You ruined my plan! He yelled at her in rage. My plan would strengthen Ravka!

You really think I would give all the power to her? Kirigan let out a mocking laugh after she said that Alina would wield all magical power if she had three amplifiers.

Alina is too young to have the mind to betray her kind. He brushed Katherine's argument off as if he was sure that the Sun Summoner would never be able to challenge him, as if she wouldn't have the courage nor the strength.

I don't want to end the Fold.

A shiver runs down the shadow singer's spine as she realizes The Darkling's true purpose. Her gaze towards him transforms into shock. She opens her mouth, only to close it later due to shock. After a minute, she finds herself able to shake her head, almost pleading that her hypothesis isn't real. "No."

He only nods to her in response, glad that her wise mind discovered his intention without him needing to speak it out loud. "Yes."

"You want to expand it."

"It will protect my people even more."

"But you'll be hated by the mortals. You'll create another hunt. Grishas will be persecuted again, Kirigan, and so will be my people."

"I will have the power to stop them. No one, not even the tsar and the First Army, will dare to confront us."

"And what will happen to the Grishas that oppose you, who will prefer the Ravka of now instead of your idealization?"

"That won't happen."

"It's stupid of you to not even consider that not everyone thinks the same." Katherine grabs him by his black shirt lapels, wanting to shake him in order to bring sense to his body. "The majority of your army is young! They haven't lived the terror that Ravka once was. They hate the Black Heretic and live in the utopia of a better world without the Fold! If they see you attempting to expand it, Kirigan, they will witness a magical imbalance! They will fear you and your reign, and soon, start a revolution."

"I will be powerful enough to stop them."

"Power is good, but you must know when to stop wielding it, because it will destroy you if you have more than you're able to control."

He shakes his head in disbelief, his mind scolding himself for never seeing the possibility of his plan failing. "No, you are wrong."

"No, you are wrong!" She tightens the grip on his lapels, forcing him to look at her eyes more deeply. "You will destroy everything with that plan of yours. You want power? Take it in the most discreet way!"

"There's no discreet way, Katherine!" The Darkling abruptly separates them, standing up and running a hand through his dark hair. Saints, he's becoming frustrated! "Your people are free; they don't obey anyone because they hide themselves from the otkazat'sya. But mine will only be safe once that fucking tsar is gone!"

"Then do a bloody coup!" The witch shouts while standing up to face the General properly. "If you want the Lantsovs gone, make powerful alliances and discreetly turn people against them. The Second Army is already not fond of them. The Grishas just need a little more to finally hate them fiercely." She slowly approaches him without breaking eye contact. "You are stronger than the king's army; can easily take them down. So why not invest in this coup, which will unite and strengthen your Grishas, instead of expanding the Fold, which will destroy all conquests you've already achieved for your people?"

The woods now are almost without light, exasperated shadows of both Kirigan and Katherine darkening the place. However, the latter slowly fades away as the witch takes deep breaths to calm herself down. The silence between the two equals is tense, but the woman's sharp voice cut it like a blade.

"Find me when you give up that insane plan of yours and your brain finally comes back to your head."

The Darkling's dark brown eyes follow her as she walks towards a tree's shadow and, without looking back, enters it. After a moment, he goes to the same tree and tries to feel her in the darkness, but she's gone. Katherine has literally teleported herself through shadows.

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3 days later — Os Alta, Ravka

He can't sleep.

Tonight's the third night since his argument with Katherine, and also the third night in a row when he finds himself pacing around his room instead of sleeping. He is exhausted, mentally and physically; the witch has made a place in his head without permission. All he can think about are subjects that include her. Is she alright? What happened to her when she was taken away from him that day? Will she ever come back? Is her plan really better than his? Is expanding the Fold indeed worth it?

Finishing his glass of kvas in an only sip, Kirigan suddenly gives up to fight his needs. He abruptly picks a paper and a feather on his messy desk — full of research about magical imbalances and historical revolutions — and writes the message that will make Katherine search him. It's short, yet meaningful. The witch will certainly understand it.

The General slams the feather on the desk and looks around his room, carefully analyzing each shadow inside of it. When there's no sign of any movement, he finally speaks: "I know you are here! Appear now and deliver this message to her!"

The shadow of one of the armchairs near the fireplace moves in answer. Soon, a certain dark creature shows up to him, its big sharpy smile widening by seeing the paper on The Darkling's hand.

"I need to speak to her." With heavy steps, he approaches the monstrous figure. "Make her come to me no matter what, Cheshire."

The paper is taken away from his grip by the shadow, which nods in response before disappearing again. Kirigan makes his way to pour another glass of kvas and comes back to his bed, which is full of books and papers. He spends this night in the same way he did on the other two: by searching for more information about The Handler and rereading countless times the contract he made with Katherine, both of their names now stained with their dried blood.

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luxaryllis · 2 years

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I am afraid that I will only make it worse, but standing aside is also not an option for me. Yes, I know that one "everything will be fine" will not help, but it is also impossible to pass by, just like and support you with the simplest comment.

So, I am not a psychologist and it is quite difficult to understand other people, but if you have things and/or activities that bring peace to your soul, continuing to cling to them as a lifeline. YOU CAN DO ANYTHING!!! No matter what anyone says about you, don't you dare listen, because you are amazing, wonderful and just a smart personl!! You have done so much, endured so much and continue to do so!

DON'T YOU DARE DOUBT YOUR ABILITIES!! One day the day will come and you will step into a bright future, having overcome all the problems. And for this day to come, fight with the outside world. Life is a pain, life makes people suffer, but at the same time there is a lot of good in it. Do not forget about it.

Aggressive (I forgot the right adjective) family... It is difficult. Only nerves of steel and a strong psyche will help here. But you can handle everything. Because you're STRONG. AND IF YOU COULD HOLD OUT SO LONG, THEN YOU CAN HOLD OUT EVEN MORE. Even if you don't believe, even if you doubt, even if it's unbearably hard for you, there will always be someone here in Tumblr who will comfort and support you.

I hope that my words did not make you worse and helped you in some way. I do not know how to speak beautifully and all that you have just read is my sincere opinion. If I had tried to send a beautiful and competent message, it would not have turned out so honestly and sincerely.

I hope your tomorrow will be better than today.

With tender embraces your 🗿 anon

❤️❤️❤️

I'm sorry this took a while to answer; I had to calm down after crying for a while cuz of this-

But thank you so SO much, 🗿 anon! This helped me very much; and your words made me cry from feeling so touched.

Thank you for taking your time to write such a beautiful message for me to help me! I will always keep your words in mind. Please do know that I am forever grateful for you and your words; it has helped me very much 💙

And yes, don't worry; you didn't make me feel worse. In contrary, you actually made me feel better! And your writing is actually quite beautiful anyway; it's the sincerity in it that makes it beautiful.

And yes, I hope that the future will be much better than what has been going on recently.

Thank you very much, 🗿 anon. Here, have a hug from me!!

With much love, Lux!!

💙💙💙💙💙

#thanks so much anon!#very much appreciated!

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viviworkshere · 4 months

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Unspoken wounds.

word count 1895

pairing skz!seungmin x gn!reader

genre non-celeb!au, angst, friends/roommates to ???

credits a special thanks to my dear friend flaire for proof reading this for me~

author's notes yay my first work here!!! hopefully you guys liked it... and will most definitely be another part soon.... also english isn't my first language so please please please excuse my mediocre english skills ( ･᷄ὢ･᷅ )

Arguments with Seungmin were always dreadful. Despite them not being often; both of you are quick witted and known to have a sharp tongue when upset, so of course these arguments would sting the most.

You've been friends with Seungmin since forever, and negotiations have always been an ease for you. However, it seems as if your luck has burned out, causing Seungmin and you both getting more stubborn and impatient, which lead to the argument leaving wounds that are yet to heal. You'd just have to hope that this argument wouldn't leave scars that no one would be able to heal.

The argument had started from snarky comments quickly dissolved to yelling at each other at the top of your lungs, not caring about the peace of your neighbours.

Seungmin was sitting on the couch as you entered your apartment, hastily taking off your shoes and setting down your belongings.

"Where have you been?" Seungmin scoffed as he turned around to see you.

It was only 8pm. It wasn't too late to be home around this time. You'd always jump at the opportunity when it comes to Saturdays to go out doing whatever you pleased with your friends since it was the only time you were able to do so. However, this time was different as you went to a date with someone instead. You've told Seungmin about it before leaving, not giving him time to hear his response before shutting the door on him. Perhaps he was upset about that?

"I made dinner for us, but clearly you don't need it anymore,” Seungmin coolly interrupted your train of thoughts.

Only then you've noticed the two plates of food seated at the dining table, untouched. Yes, you've mentioned only going on an afternoon date. But to your disappointment, you've waited for him for hours at the agreed location only to realised you've been ghosted. You probably looked like a fool in others eyes. All dolled up as you sat there alone, perking up hopefully at every time the door opened, bell jingling cheerfully at the same time, only to find out it was some random stranger there. You've tried texting him multiple times only to be left on read.

The waiters weren't pleased with your extended presence without ordering much — only a cup of tea, as they repeatedly came up to you and reminded you to leave if you're just going to sulk there with your tea in hand. You didn't blame their unfriendliness to you though, since it was a busy time and many people were queuing outside, waiting to enter and have their meal before leaving. You left after a few hours sitting there. Defeatedly, you've gone to your friend's and cried there as she tried comforting and quieting your sorrowful sobs.

"Oh, sorry Seungmin. I must've forgotten to remind you about that. I can still join you though! I didn't eat that much during dinner anyways...", you apologised, hoping to get this settled with him so that he'd stop sulking.

"Does it matter? Clearly you've eaten enough,” Seungmin replied. "maybe you should've spent the whole night at his house too while you're at it, hmm?" he jeered.

"Look I've already apologised, I'll finish your dinner and make it up with you tomorrow okay?" you asked wearily, just wanting the conversation to end.

"No. I've been waiting for you for hours! I haven't even took a bite while waiting! Yet you still didn't even tell me that you'd be home late, otherwise I would've just finished my own food and left", Seungmin spat out, patience running thin in him.

The argument then escalated from there before Seungmin ended it by grabbing his plate of food at the table and stomping into his room. Then you sat on the hard-rock couch, quietly sniffling as you replayed the argument in your mind, again and again. Soon, your quiet sniffles escalated to full on sobbing before quieting down and drifting to a deep, dreamless slumber, as if the universe was mocking your loneliness.

You were then woken up by beeping. Peeping from the couch while your eyes still struggling to open fully, you could roughly make out a figure in the kitchen. As you rubbed off sleep from your eyes, you could now clearly see Seungmin in the kitchen – he was taking something from the microwave and turned around to see you staring right back at him. Seungmin scoffed amusingly as he took some utensils, shuffled to the couch and sat next to you, facing you.

You faced him too to see him holding a spoonful of food in front of your mouth, nudging the spoon closer to you. You slightly opened your mouth and let him spoon feed you, chewing the food quietly as he glared at you silently. He continued to spoon feed you as if he was forced to, looking annoyed each time you took a bite. The silence was loud, unbearably loud; and the tension was thick, so thick you wished you could cut it in half with a knife, lessening the tension.

The way Seungmin's gaze landed on you makes you feel horrible about yourself, making you doubt your friendship after this. You felt that if he were to look at you like that silently any more longer you might actually burst into tears.

You wanted to rush into your room and bury yourself into your pillows, sobbing your heart out as it muffled your cries, to avoid the others from hearing. Without even thinking, you got up from the couch and were about to sprint into your room — only to be stopped by Seungmin as he grabbed your wrist to prevent you from leaving his sight.

"Eat." he commanded, gaze stern, observing your body language to predict your next move.

Defeatedly, you sat down as he fed you again, quietly but more cautiously, not wanting you to run away again.

Soon you've finished your plate of food and Seungmin hummed, satisfied; and went to the kitchen sink to wash the dishes… silently.

"You can leave now", he said flatly, not wanting to converse with you any longer.

“Should we talk?” you asked timidly.

“We've already said enough just now.”

“Yet you're still upset about it.”

“I’m not. You're just overreacting.”

“Overreacting?” you scoffed. “You do know that the reason this argument happened was because of you being dramatic, right?” you retorted, arms crossed.

Seungmin loudly sighed to himself as he stowed the plates away. “Sorry,” he apologised insincerely before continuing. “Let me correct myself, you're just being sensitive, as usual. If it weren't for my sympathetic ass I would've left you to starve since you're too petty to even take care of yourself.”

“Excuse me?”

“Yea, you've heard me correctly. Honestly, why do I even bother with you? You're just gonna run to some stranger and leave me no matter how well I treat you,” he spat out bitterly before stomping to his bedroom.

His words struck you like venom, intoxicating you with poisonous thoughts as you stood there, watching Seungmin slowly disappear into his bedroom.

You weren't even tired. Yet you still begrudgingly went to your room and got ready for bed, repetitively asking yourself whether Seungmin now hates you or not. You weren't even tired. Yet you still laid yourself onto the mattress; bed slightly creaking in the process, making you wince at the sound. You weren't even tired. Yet you still tried to force yourself to sleep by squeezing your eyes shut, hoping that you'd drift to sleep soon.

Except you don't. Instead you've fallen into a rabbit hole of thoughts. Looks like his venomous words had not yet worn off you. Does he hate me? you questioned yourself. No, he can't have… you two have been friends since high school! It wouldn't be a valid reason to make him hate you… or worse, throw away the years of friendship you've shared. It'd be illogical. Seungmin is someone who thinks logically, he wouldn't do that. However, he did say those hurtful things to you. Was that logical? Or was that just you being too sensitive? You've always been someone sensitive. Maybe it's just you. You're the problem… but don't worry, just cry it off and it'll be all alright tomorrow; you thought to yourself.

And that's exactly what you did. Waking up the next morning still with the thoughts lingering around, you tried to brush it off as you got ready for work. You walked into the kitchen hoping for it to be all back to normal. Except it wasn't. Or was it? Maybe you were just overreacting after realising that Seungmin had left first, clearly not bothering to join you for breakfast. Ignoring the doubtful thoughts that started to cloud your mind, you finished your breakfast and hurriedly grabbed your things and left.

Time flew by quickly during work. In a blink of an eye, you were already walking back home. It was as if your mind was on autopilot, doing your daily routine as usual, but this time with dreaded thoughts clouding your brain. You could only walk back home hoping that Seungmin would've already cooled down from yesterday.

When you entered your apartment, you saw two plates of food that Seungmin must've prepared for the both of you. At least he doesn't hate you enough to not cook for you…

Seungmin is always the better cook between the two of you. It's not that Seungmin was an amazing cook, however, he's definitely better than you. Besides, your work schedule is always packed, leaving absolutely no time to cook a nice, warm plate of food for yourself during weekdays. If it weren't for Seungmin, you would've probably been suffering from severe malnutrition after eating instant noodles 24/7.

You awkwardly hung around the living room, waiting for Seungmin to make his appearance so that you both can eat together. And he does after a while, acknowledging you with a ‘oh, you're home.’

You two ate in silence, which is a common occurrence, excluding how you'd exchange small conversations here and there, which didn't happen this time… but you brushed it off. Only did it seem off when Seungmin rejected your offer for a movie night – which you two have been doing almost every night, watching at least one episode of a drama before descending into your rooms, to getting ready for bed. You still brushed it off however, Seungmin must've felt awkward after that argument; which you must admit, you also felt like that too.

There wasn't much interaction with Seungmin the next day either, which you still brushed off – despite feeling uneasy about it. Perhaps he just needed space?

But days turned into weeks of silence from Seungmin. You wouldn't really mind him wanting space, but this is too much space, more than you'd like. You two still ate dinner together, but other than that… nothing else. You still greeted him as usual, only to be given a glance that you can only describe as annoyance. Has the argument really taken a toll on him?

Despite being friends since forever, he's never been like this. Even during the arguments that still sting when recalled, it has never resorted to Seungmin taking it this far. You've tried to not take it to heart, but you'd be lying if his coldness didn't make your heart shatter to pieces.

You must admit, this argument doesn't seem like one that'd heal completely.

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silversatoru · 3 years

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hi!! i just started followed you and i love your works :)) could i request a smutty fushiguro megumi drabble/fic where he realizes he has a daddy kink?

daddy?

a/n: hi you are so sweet thank you!!! n the idea of megumi realizing he has a daddy kink is so fucking cute lmao i have been losing my mind over this idea,,,

fushiguro megumi x f!reader

synopsis: you call a classmate daddy in order to smuggle some homework answers and accidentally awaken a full blown daddy kink in your usually shy boyfriend

tags/warnings: daddy kink (obviously), mild manhandling, fingering

w/c: 1.6k

you really thought people would be more mature when you got to college,, or at least you hoped they would be. unfortunately, you’ve never been more wrong.

you had the most annoying busy-work assignment due tomorrow — and of course it wasn’t hard, but it was just so damn time consuming and you didn’t feel like doing it. but this is where the class group chat you were in comes in handy; you planned to ask if anyone had the answers but someone else had already beat you to it.

and then some cocky asshole who did the homework agreed to send the answers under one condition: he wanted someone to call him daddy. it was so stupid and horribly immature but this wasn’t any cocky asshole; it was a smart cocky asshole, and his answers were definitely reliable.

now, you weren’t a desperate woman, but this homework was a real pain in the ass and daddy was nothing but a word — so why not?

pls send the answers daddy, your thumbs danced across your phone and hit send before you could even think twice. a few moments later a picture of all the assignment answers came through the chat — success.

and now you could go enjoy a night out with your friends instead of wasting your time on that pointless shit. your boyfriend megumi had been waiting outside for you in his car, ready to pick you up and go to a house party a few streets up. neither of you were big party people but when your best friends nobara and yuuji were the ones throwing the party, you were obligated to attended.

megumi seemed a little off when you first hopped in the passengers seat, his facial features even more stoic than they usually were. you tried starting conversation a few times, but it was to no avail. something was clearly bothering him but he was refusing to talk about it — and then it finally clicked in your head:

“oh my god! this is about the daddy thing isn’t it?” you couldn’t stop yourself from laughing when you realized megumi was in that group chat too.

his eyes rolling in annoyance and his continued silence was all you needed to confirm your theory.

“come on, gumi, i was just getting the assignment answers so we could have fun tonight,” you pouted.

“yeah i know, i just don’t really like you saying that kind of stuff to other people,” he finally spoke up, his eyebrows scrunched together in distaste.

“fine, you’re right, i shouldn’t have done it. but it’s not like you have a fucking daddy kink or anything, so relax a little,” you let out a sigh and leaned back into the seat.

and he silently agreed with you — there was no way that he had a daddy kink, right?

the rest of the car ride was mildly awkward but some of the tension between the two of you had finally settled. you wrapped your hand in his as the two of you entered the house, greeting a couple friends on the way in.

after grabbing some drinks and hanging around the entrance for a few minutes you released megumi’s hand from your own.

“i’m gonna go find nobara quick, okay? try to relax and enjoy yourself a little bit,” you flashed him a smile and then stood up on your toes so you could whisper the next part into his ear, “see you in a few, daddy”.

you figured that if the word bothered him so much when you said it to other people, you’d like see how he’d react when you said it to him. and it took everything in you not to burst into a fit of laughter when you saw the stunned look across his face.

you were laughing, but megumi found your comment to be anything but funny. his heart rate quickened and suddenly his jeans felt tight and — oh fuck, maybe he did have a daddy kink.

he grabbed your wrist and yanked you down the hall, pulling you into a guest bedroom and locking the door behind him. you couldn’t contain yourself when you started to connect the dots — his shocked expression and the obvious boner in his pants made it very clear.

“holy shit, gumi, you do have a daddy kink don’t you?” you giggled, reaching up to wrap your hands around his neck.

he gave you an annoyed and embarrassed look, as if he was ashamed of it or something. but you couldn’t let him feel like that, not when the idea excited you just as much as it excited him.

“you want me to call you daddy? hm? moan it into your ears and beg for you? we could try it right now; that is why you drug me into this room, right?” you caressed the side of his flushed face, his eyes getting darker the more you spoke.

he gave you a quick nod and then the two of you collided together, messy kisses being scattered from your lips to your collarbone and everywhere in between. megumi was slow to start but once you had him going there was no holding him back. he broke off the kiss after a few heated minutes and before you could even catch your breath he gave you a rough shove that sent you falling to the bed.

he stared down at you with a brand new fire in his eyes, and it was fucking hot. if you knew calling someone random guy daddy would have awakened this in him, you would have done it forever ago.

in a matter of minutes his skin was hot against yours, your clothes nothing but a heap on the floor. his kisses were sloppy and rough, his head clouded with lust as he relished in his newfound turn-on. he wanted to have complete control over you, he wanted you to beg him for everything, and he wanted to hear you whimper the word daddy over and over.

he snaked two of his long fingers down to your clit and rubbed a few rough circles that made your legs twitch in anticipation. they then lowered to your entrance, his eyes widening when he felt the amount of slick that had already accumulated. you felt a warm redness flush across your face in slight embarrassment — it was kind of pathetic how quickly his shift in attitude went straight to between your legs.

knowing that you liked his newfound dominance sent a whole new wave of confidence coursing through megumi. his usually gentle fingers slid through your entrance with an entirely new force, causing your core to clench and your breath to catch in your throat. a disgusting array of squelches and moans quickly filled the air, your hands desperately grasping onto megumi’s body. he was delving his fingers deep into your caverns at a completely merciless pace and it was earning him the prettiest moans from your mouth.

“feels so good, gumi,” you mumbled as he had you squirming and whining underneath him.

“no- no i want you to say the other thing,” he pressed his forehead to yours and let his eyes rest shut as he savored every last one of your beautiful sounds.

you’d gotten so caught up in the pure bliss that was megumi’s touch that you’d completely forgotten about how this all started — the daddy kink. but now that he reminded you, you were gonna lean into it hard. you wanted to put on only the best performance for your wonderful boyfriend.

“your fingers feel so good, daddy, but your cock would feel better,” you cooed in his ear, sending electricity down his spine and straight to his dick.

“is that what you want?” he leaned back and opened his eyes to look at you, sliding his sticky fingers out of your soaking cunt.

“yes, daddy, please,” you begged for him, “i want you to fuck me”.

you could have swore you saw his dick twitch and his eyes get wide at your words, but you hardly had time to think about it before his two slimy fingers were shoved into your mouth. you shameless sucked them clean, running your tongue around and between them while megumi used his other hand to position himself at your entrance.

you flinched at the slight pain when he sheathed himself inside you — your body taking it’s time to adjust to the size. sure his fingers felt good, but you felt so much fucking fuller with his cock stretching your walls. the way he thrusted stuffed you so perfectly that you could barely even form words, your eyes rolling back into your head.

the two of you had sex on many occasions, but there was fresh intensity and passion flowing between you this time. your fingernails were digging claw marks into his arms and you could barely contain the array of moans leaking from your lips. between your noises and the creaking off the bed you were grateful for the loud music blaring through the house.

megumi even manhandled you a bit more than usual — tossing you around and pushing you into the positions he wanted you in. if he managed to work up the confidence he’d order you around too, and you’d just respond with whines and the occasional “yes, daddy”. the phrase was simple but every time those words left your pretty mouth tiny fireworks went off in his head.

when he murmured the words come for me, you were hopeless — a pitiful, whimpering mess who couldn’t do anything but mumble incoherent phrases all stemming from the word daddy.

it was the best fucking orgasm of your life — and it was all because you’d been too lazy to do your homework earlier.

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lovely-angst · 3 years

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break ups and break ins

a/n: i didn't have any motivation to continue writing so it stayed in my drafts for forever. it's a super messy fic im not super proud of tbh i wanted to scrap it but i got so far lol

genre: angst to fluff

pairing: hawks x reader

summary: you and hawks break up, but someone breaks in?

word count: 3.7k+

09.16.21

"come on, stop being so sensitive," hawks groans with an eye roll as you gawk at him. "you think i'm being sensitive because I'm hurt that you're out there flirting with other girls while we are in a relationship?"

you scoff in disbelief before tears form in your eyes, "i can't believe you right now, keigo."

hawks' brows knit as he stares at you bewildered, "i've already told you that it's just an act i have to out up because of the commission. i can't let them figure out i have a romantic relationship with someone. you don't know what they would do or could do."

"but that doesn't mean you can flirt around with no boundaries!" your voice comes out loud as your arms flail out in front of you, tears streaming down your face, "do you know how much it hurts to see you on television sweet-talking every girl out there when you're my boyfriend? i thought you would respect what we have..."

"(name), just admit you're just jealous of the fangirls and leave it at that," hawks closes his eyes, shaking his head in frustration, "honestly, they appreciate me so much more than you do."

your eyes widen in shock as you feel your heart shattering into tiny pieces so small you aren't sure if you could piece it back up.

"keigo, i love you for who you are—not because you're hawks," your voice now small and laced with hurt. "if you can't see the reason why i am so upset, i think it's best if we end it."

hawks' eyes quickly glance to yours before they look away just as quick, "i think that's what's best too," he whispers, causing your brows to furrow in sadness as you purse your lips tightly.

taking a step forward, you wrap your arms around your now ex-boyfriend, taking in his comforting arms and smell, "thanks for everything." a heavy sigh left from his lips before he nuzzled into you, "can i hold you in bed one last time?"

words died in your throat as you felt the tears sting your eyes once more. a nod was your only reply as hawks lifted the two of you up with his large wings, carrying you into the bedroom.

no words were exchanged as the two of you allowed your quiet breaths to mingle together in silence.

your heart was still achey from the fresh break-up as your cries and tears quietly filled the air. your nose and eyes red and raw from all the wiping you had done—the tissues around you as proof.

"hey, come on. you can't keep living like this and expect to get better," mirko says and she stands infront of you with a small smile. "how about we watch something to distract your mind?" she suggests as she turns around to pick up the controller to turn the television screen on.

"hawks, being the number two hero must be so taxing! how do you do it?"

hawks gives that big bright smile you've always loved, "my fans always give me motivation to do my best! i love you my babybirds!"

"oh shit-" mirko quickly turns the television screen off before she turns over to you, watching as your lips quiver before you break out in another crying session.

"rumi," you whine, muffled behind your tissues, "he doesn't care for me at all!" letting out a sigh, she walks over and places a comforting hand on your hair before running her hand through your locks, "hey, don't say that. hawks' cared for you a lot. break-ups happen, but don't let it keep you like this. let's go out and have some fun today, yeah?"

your teary eyes glance up at her before you let out sigh, "okay."

but to your surprise, a quick hour later here you were on a chair getting your makeup done professionally as mirko sat on the couch, munching away on a carrot. "rumi? why am i getting my makeup done professionally?"

"my makeup artist is good at what she does when she beats my face with makeup for those hero galas. i thought it would make you feel better getting your makeup done professionally before we go out and explore the city a bit," she finishes, taking another crunchy bite of her carrot.

a small, "oh" leaves your lips before your attention focuses back on the lipstick that gently glided across your lips. "there, all done. you look great!" the makeup artist cheers as she hands you a mirror.

your eyes sparkled once you saw your reflection—you had never felt so pretty before!

"are you ready to go out now?" mirko asks with a smile as she stands from her seat. you couldn't help the small, yet excited, smile, "yeah."

your words had been on repeat in hawks' mind.

you were upset because of how he was treating his fans—flirting with his fans as you put it. it was a constant argument the two of you had and frankly, he was getting tired of it. why you couldn't understand where he was coming from?

he didn't want to break up because of something so trivial, but it seemed like a break up was the only option. but it was fine, his fans kept him going; or that's what he thought was keeping him going.

"hawks! we love you!" his fans cried as he landed down in front of them, his handsome smile swooning everyone lucky enough to get their eye on him. "thanks birdies! i'm always happy to have your support!"

"can i have a picture?" "sign my shirt for me!" "you're the best hero!"

fans; something he enjoyed about being a hero. everywhere he went, they were there to offer him their love and support which he appreciated and loved!

but there often came days when he just wanted to stay cooped in his apartment. away from the world and away from the hero hawks. he simply wanted to escape and enjoy being keigo for a little while.

maintaining a facade took a lot away from him. it was tiring, exhausting even, trying to keep up with how fast his mind was going. a million different things happening at once and hawks had to be able to solve them. a little much for a single guy, don't 'cha think?

landing in at his balcony, hawks let out a heavy sigh as he was finally done with another tiring day of being the number two hero. thankfully, he had the next day off to do, well, nothing.

staring at the dark apartment with a an empty look, hawks let out a groan of exhaustion before unlocking the door and stepping in.

it was quiet, extra quiet these days. since he had gone to living by himself again.

after removing his hero gear, hawks walked into the kitchen and frowned at his lack of food in the fridge. usually, you were always there to greet him with a smile and a hearty dinner after a hard day at work.

well, that didn't matter anymore because you two had broken up, hawks mentally responded to his thoughts.

it seemed like tonight was one of those nights he really missed you.

you made this place feel like home and the more he thought about it, you were his home. he was safe with you and it was okay to let hawks go for the night and just be keigo. you loved him as he came, his flaws and everything. even the emotional baggage!

letting out an exhausted sigh, hawks closed his empty fridge before making his way towards his bed, plopping down with a grunt. "i'll just get a bigger breakfast tomorrow," he noted, pulling out his phone to catch up on his social media for the night.

hawks wasn't expecting to see much on his social media, he's too busy to be checking these sorts of things. today though, he was a little extra bored at home—until he saw a photo of you that mirko shared.

hawks quickly sat up in disbelief. hawks was genuinely confused. you had always been super pretty, but you were extra pretty in this picture. was it because you were no longer his? his eyes glanced over you in the photo for many long minutes as he took in your beauty. you looked so ethereal.

hawks was so thankful for mirko, he would have never stumbled across this photo of you.

the more he smiled at the photo, the more his heart ached. if only he just listened to you more and tried to find a solution to this problem, you would still be with him, in his arms. he was a fool to let you go because he didn't understand your pain. especially when you were always there for him when you couldn't understand his pain.

hawks found himself pulling up that photo of you whenever the days were tough. it never failed to bring a smile to his lips.

until mirko deleted the post.

he should've saved it when he had the chance, hawks thought as he let out a groan upon finding no picture. but, maybe mirko still had it on her phone? thankfully, there was a top five hero meeting that day which meant he could ask mirko about the picture.

hawks sat impatiently in his chair as he drummed his finger against his thigh, counting down the minutes until the meeting would conclude. it must've been distracting, because mirko approached him first after the meeting.

"hey birdbrain, what's up with you? you looked distracted during the meeting," mirko questioned walking up to the winged hero. hawks perked up slightly, before giving her a smile, "hmm? nah, just sick of meetings, wanted to get out." mirko eyed him curiously, "if you say so."

"i saw that picture you posted of (name)," he commented, "you two were hanging out?"

"huh? oh, this picture?" pulling up the picture on her phone, she showed him the photo before pulling away to hawks' dismay. "yeah, we went out. it was about time too! (name) seemed to be enjoying herself, so i'm glad i got to capture that."

hawks couldn't help the smile on his lips knowing that you were happy and could enjoy yourself. he really just wanted you to be happy, even if that wasn't with him.

"if you wanted the photo, you could've just asked," mirko smirks, causing hawks to duck his head down in embarrassment. "but even if you ask, im not giving it to you." Hawks turned his head brows furrowed and confused, slightly offended, "why would you even suggest it then?"

"not sure, maybe it'll be a way to encourage you to find a way to get it."

mirko had an interesting way of talking, hawks thought as he continued on with his patrol. it seemed like she was hinting at more than what she was saying, but he wasn't really interested in solving puzzles when he was busy being the number 2 hero.

and boy, was he busy busy.

it felt as if all the villains knew hawks would be out on patrol today, using that to their advatange by stiring up so much more trouble than on a typical day—not that he couldn't handle it, it was just more work that he would have hoped to do that day.

from the sky, he could see a crowd forming below on the streets as they cheered him on for another successful capture. hawks let out an exhausted sigh, but floated down to greet his fans nonetheless. there even happened to be press.

"hawks! you were amazing out there!" "great work! i can always count on you!" "you looked so attractive fighting those villains!"

hawks lifted up his visor and gave the fans a handsome grin, causing a chorus of squeals. hawks glanced at one of the fans near him lips curled in a smirk, mouth ready to open and say a few lines that would send arrows straight to the heart when he subconsciously stopped himself.

closing his mouth, he gave her a gentle smile before a soft reply came out, "thank you for supporting me."

it was weird of him to respond to fans in such fashion, but your words were stuck in the back of his head. he wished he could have acted this way before you two broke it off, it would have saved a lot of heartache.

hawks hoped you would notice his change. and unbeknownst to him, you had.

your eyes were glued to the television that aired the news that also happened to feature your ex-boyfriend, hawks. your heart felt fuzzy as you watched him, he seemed different...more down to earth?

"your eyes haven't left the tv since hawks appeared," mirko comments causing you to avert your eyes embarrassed. "i was just interested in the news for today, that's all," you tried but knew mirko wouldn't buy into your lie.

"yeah, okay. keep telling yourself that," she chuckles as she she sits down beside you. "so, whats going on in that head of yours now?"

"he's different now, rumi," you state, eyes drifting back to the screen. "he's talking to his fans like they're fans." your shoulders slump sadly, "i wish he was like this when we were together...i guess he really doesn't care about me after all."

mirko lets out a grunt as she listens to your moping. turning towards her, you notice her adjusting her purple thigh high socks to sit snugly against her upper thighs, "you have patrol this evening?"

"yep, my turn for an evening patrol. they're not that bad, more bad guys come out at night," she jokes with chuckle but you don't find it funny. "i know you can easily beat them, but that doesn't mean i worry any less for you," you sigh. "stay safe please."

"will do, cry baby," she jokes once more causing you to angrily pout, "i'm not a cry baby!" "says the one crying over hawks. bye!" and with that she quickly leaves out the door before you could throw a pillow at her.

rolling your eyes playfully, you walk over toward the bedroom you shared with mirko. you had a nice futon on the floor beside of her bed that surprisingly was very comfy. organizing her room a bit and folding her clothes she tossed around, you tried to busy yourself until she came back.

which was surprisingly short.

you heard the main door swing open before hearing her move around the living room and kitchen. she must've forgotten something, you thought to yourself as you made your way toward the bedroom door you had previously closed behind you.

"rumi? did you forget something?" you ask as you open the door, just to find yourself staring at the stranger in the apartment who donned a black ski mask with some sort of weapon in their hand. unfortunately your voice had caught their attention and their head quickly turned toward you before bolting it down the hallway for you.

screaming, you quickly shut the door and locked it before the thief could get in. the rattle of the doorknob causes you to let out another shriek as you looked around for a way to protect yourself and to escape.

the only solution that came to your mind was to block the door with whatever heavy furniture mirko had on her room which consisted of her bed, a desk and her clothes drawers. you did your best to block the door, but it was proving to be not enough.

"open the door and i won't hurt you miss," the voice called out and you felt your stomach twist from their words.

you scurried around to look for your phone and thankfully found it amongst this chaos and your body went on auto-pilot and dialed the first person that came to your mind whenever you were in danger.

your shaky hand brought your phone to your ear as you ran into the furthest corner of her room. your free hand covering your trembling lips. please pick up.

"hello? (name)?"

"keigo please help me," you cried quietly so the person on the other side couldn't hear you, but the desperation in your voice was clear as day for hawks. "(name)? whats happening? where are you?" his voice was now firm and laced with worry as you began to sob in through the phone.

"i'm at mirko's and she just left for patrol but someone broke in and i hid myself in her room. i'm so scared, please come quick." and right after he heard you squeak in fear from the unidentified noises through your phone.

"i'm coming right now," you could hear the power his wings had as he lift himself into the sky, "does she have any windows you can exit from?" glancing behind you, you took a mental note that her windows were large enough for you to escape through—the only problem was mirko lived on the tenth floor.

squeezing your eyes shut, you nodded even though hawks could not see you, "yeah, but she doesn't have any escape ladders and i'm on the tenth floor." hawks cursed under his breath on the other side, "just hold on, i'm almost there."

clutching onto your phone, you jumped when the barricade you made against the door was getting tossed around from the force of the stranger on the other side trying to break in. scrambling around, you quickly unlocked the window before opening it, allowing the wind to flow in.

with another jolt from the door all of your barricades flew from the door, leaving it vulnerable. you knew the door would fall with his next move, so with trembling hands, you maneuvered your body outside the window, letting your bottom sit on the window frame.

from a distance, you could hear someone calling out your name. when you narrowed your eyes to focus, all of the stress left your body as you watched them shoot towards you. hawks had come to your rescue!

but hawks wasn't close enough.

the door behind you broke allowing the stranger into the room and before they could grab a hold of you, you jumped.

"(name)!"

as your body free fell down towards the earth, hawks used his wings to give himself one strong push forward before folding his wings tightly behind his back to gain speed to reach you.

reaching his arms out, he caught you in time before shooting back up towards the sky, "that was so stupid of you!" you shouted loudly against the wind, "what if i wasn't there in time?"

glancing up at him, you gave him a small smile, "i just knew you'd get to me in time ."

"agh, more paperwork i have to fill out!" mirko groans as she walks around her messy apartment after hawks and her had caught the suspect and had cops take care of him. as she walked away into her bedroom with a line of curses, you quietly turned over towards hawks who had his back facing you. he was on call with the commission.

"yep, i'll get that finished tomorrow," ending his call and stuffing his phone in his pocket, he turns around to find you staring at him. his cheeks flush slightly from the sudden eye contact, but he managed to compose himself. "are you doing alright? that must've been quite the terrifying experience."

"yeah, thanks for picking up. you were the first person i thought to call," you confess and he perks up. "oh yeah?"

"you've always kept me safe and i just really needed you when i was in danger. so thanks," giving him a smile he mirrors you. "of course, anything for you."

your heart flutters from his words, but you slightly turn yourself away, glancing down. you two were no longer dating, so there was no need to get butterflies over him again. "well, thanks again. you must have a busy day tomorrow."

"do you buy any chance still have that photo of you when you were out with mirko?" hawks asks suddenly causing you to glance up at him. "you know, when you two went out a couple weeks ago? you were all dolled up and honestly, just super pretty?" hawks says boldly with a sheepish grin.

"why are you asking?"

"send it my way."

you gawked at him, "you want me to send you a picture of me? we're not dating anymore, that would be weird!" hawks could only shrug, "okay, that's simple then. let's go on a date." you gawked even further, "what is going on inside of that bird brain? all this for a photo?"

"i want to be the one who takes those photos of you. i want to be the reason you get all dolled up. i know i messed up, (name). i've been changing the way i talk to my fans because i understand how i hurt you. could you give me another chance to make it better? i promise i will treat you the way you deserve to be treated."

this was coming too suddenly, your wounds were just starting to heal.

"you...you don't mean that, hawks," you say dejectedly as you back up to sit on mirko's couch. "i'm scared."

"he means it you know?" mirko pops out of the hallway suddenly and stands with her arms crossed against her chest as she stares at the two of you. "he's been asking me for that picture nonstop since he saw it online."

"but he really does love you still, (name) and i know you still love him too. go ahead and give it another shot, i'll be here to kick him to the curb if he does anything bad to you." she encourages, making you glance back towards hawks.

"promise?" your eyes are sparkly from the tears that had glossed over your eyes and hawks gives you a confident nod, "promise. i'll pick you up at six tomorrow?"

you couldn't help your growing smile, "yeah, i'll be waiting."

- e x t r a -

as hawks flew off towards his apartment, the notification ding of his phone went off causing him to take a look. you had sent him a text!

opening the message his eyes widen from the photo you sent, it was the cute pic of you all dolled up!

"i'm so in love!" he shouts loudly in the sky.

#hawks #hawks x reader #hawks x you #mha x reader #my hero academia x reader #bnha #bnha x reader #boku no hero academia x reader #keigo x reader #takami keigo x reader #keigo takami x reader

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finelinevogue · 3 years

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hiii idk if ur comfortable doing this but im recovering from one and it would mean the world but could you do one where the reader has/had an eating disorder and when eating harry just kinda comforts her because he knows its harder to eat etc (i hope u get what i mean :( )

hi! hope you’re having a lovely day! first of all i am really proud of you and you in turn should be really proud of yourself! this one is especially for you, for me and for anyone who is going through or recovering from an ED. please read whenever you feel comfortable in doing so and that’s okay if today is not that day <333 love you

It was a bad day.

Not very often do you have them anymore, but when you do have them you feel as though you will never be good enough and that things will never get better.

When you were younger you developed an eating disorder, but never used to see it as being a problem. It started off as not snacking as often as you used to, specifically cutting out sugar and fat from your diet completely. Over time it grew to not having lunch, breakfast or dinner and then all three altogether. Your stomach shrunk and you kept your stomach tide over with water - at least that had no calories. The pains in your stomach became normal, but the pain against your heart was so much worse.

Because people began to notice.

It would be a small comment like “you look like you’ve lost weight” or “you’re all but skin and bone”, but it would make you realise, just for a minute, that maybe what you were doing to yourself was more significant than you first thought. But you continued, because you had to be enough. You wanted that flat stomach. You wanted that thigh gap. You wanted to be the skinny girl that could be picked up. You wanted to fit in clothes less than a size 10. You wanted to be able to be confident in showing more skin. You just wanted to feel beautiful - be pretty.

It wasn’t until Harry came into your life that things started to change. He didn’t make any comments about your weight, ever, but only encouraged you to do what felt right to you. When you asked him to help you find a therapist, because you finally had someone to support you through it all, he was ready with his laptop and notebook. When you asked him to make a slightly bigger portion for you today, he would make his the same size so you didn’t feel like you were being greedy. He was your equal. When you asked him whether he loved you he never responded with words, but actions. Kisses. Sex. Chocolate. Flowers. Soapy baths. Nail painting. Hand holding. Cuddling. It was a surprise each time as to what he would do, but it showed you how much he really did love you.

Since being with Harry he had guided you through putting on weight, with the aid of your therapist and your fitness coach too. You had come so far, even with still a long way to go, and for that Harry was forever proud of you.

Harry is proud of you.

Some days it was hard to believe that though. Some days you slipped. Some days that dark cloud reminded you of all the negative things you once believed about yourself. Some days were like today.

“Y/N i’m home!” Harry called through your shared apartment.

You were still in bed. He’d left you this morning to go record some stuff in the studio, silently kissing your forehead goodbye as you slept still. Today was a day where you reminded yourself of all the bad thoughts you used to think about secondly. Today you couldn’t find the strength to get out of bed and go eat, but scroll through models instagrams and pick out all the things you wished you had instead of them. Kendall Jenners figure. Kaia Gerber’s youth. Gigi Hadid’s eyes. The list was endless.

The only time you’d gotten yourself of bed had been to go to the toilet. You had thought about intentionally making yourself sick, a deadly habit that you’d worked hard to overcome, but with much strain, tears and a shout at yourself in the mirror you managed to walk away.

“Baby?” Harry called out again, but your throat was so dry that he hadn’t heard you call out that you were in the bedroom.

When he walked through the bedroom he instantly knew it had been a bad day. You were tucked up underneath all the covers, with tear marks staining your face and the hood, of his Green Bay Packers hoodie, pulled up over your head. You chewed on the strings of his hoodie, a sign that you were physically hungry but your brain wasn’t allowing you to process that you were.

“Harry?” Your voiced rasped out, turning to see his beautiful, glowing, face.

“It’s alright lovie, let it out. I’m right here, you’re okay.” He cooed, immediately climbing into bed next to you so that he was facing you. He took the strings out of your mouth and traced his finger over your bottom lip, leaning in for a quick kiss. It was his way of letting you know he was here with you.

“I-i’m sorry.” You whimpered, your bottom lip trembling.

“Wait one minute lovie,” Harry shot up out of bed, leaving you confused as to what he was doing, but when he came back with a tall glass of water your eyes watered over with admiration for him, “just sit up and take a sip of this for me baby.”

You nodded wearily and took a few gulps of the water, finding pleasure in the way it quenched the thirst in the back of your throat.

“Thank you.” You smiled, handing him back the glass half-full.

“And thank you.” He replied, kissing your forehead softly. “Was it a tough day?”

Harry leaned back against the headboard and brought you to lay on top of him, your head against his chest. It was comforting to hear his heart beat the same rhythm as yours. He pulled the hood down so he could tangle his fingers through your hair - a comforting method he’d come to know you loved.

“Just felt really bad this morning and then I wanted to so badly go make myself sick,” you felt Harry tense up a little at your words, “but I didn’t and now I feel really angry and frustrated about it. I just… oh I don’t know H.” Your words deflated.

“Baby listen to me, you made it through the day! That may not seem like an achievement but is fucking is! You did so great and I couldn’t be prouder of you. Really truly.”

You moved your head to look up at him, a glimmer of hope in his eyes that he was breaking through to you.

“Just didn’t feel good enough today to eat.” You swallowed the lump back in your throat.

“That’s okay if you didn’t eat, but I won’t let you a second more of today thinking you aren’t good enough because you are worth so much more than that. You are worth the stars and more. I love you more and more every day and i’m proud to have you mine.” His words were the most comforting you’d heard yet.

“Stars?” You questioned for some silly reason.

“And moons and planets and galaxies. I wish you could see that, baby.” He kissed you on your forehead again, letting his lips linger a little longer this time. “You don’t have to feel bad or apologise for today, because I know you’ll love yourself tomorrow.”

“How?”

“Because you’re stronger than you know. Today isn’t defeat, it’s just a pause for what tomorrow is going to be.” He hugged you tighter, squishing you to make you feel his love.

“And what is tomorrow going to be?”

“Better.”

And that was exactly it. Tomorrow didn’t have to be perfect, and today didn’t have to either, just as long as it was better. Not best; better. It was all about small steps and learning that it’s not all about leaps of faith. It was about learning to love yourself, by yourself. It was about being okay with the bad days, because you know you’ll have fucking amazing days to make up for it. It’s just about making those days that bit more amazing - that bit better.

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endlessymphony · 3 years

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It’s You.

pairing - fred weasley x reader

summary - best-friends to lovers <3 fred finally recognizes his feelings for his closest friend. wc - 1.4k

based on some of these - https://oc-interrogation.tumblr.com/post/647240190963908608/friends-to-lovers-prompts-for-when-theyve-finally

a/n - this is cute, but barely has a plot :,) i’m sorry !

Inseparable.

That’s how people would describe you and Fred since the two of you became practically attached at the hip by the age of five. Your parents had gone to school with Molly and Arthur, therefore resulting in your families being quite close- intertwined almost at certain points, hell, your families even vacationed with each other. It was surprising when one was seen without the other, since everyone started to act like you guys were some sort of package deal.

Well, it did seem that way- You guys did everything together and shared a lot of things as well; having a lot of the same classes, the same friends, you were even both on the Quidditch team since Fred didn’t want to go to the try-outs alone, and you guys were even able to understand each other without speaking.

The feelings remained strictly platonic up until sixth year when Fred went home for the winter break. Molly combed through his hair as your family was coming to visit the Weasley’s for dinner and a gift-exchange. She attempted to make small-talk with him, “So Fred, has anyone caught your eye this year?” she hummed, smiling sweetly as he turned to face her. He pursed his lips. “No.” was the easy answer.

“I heard from Y/N’s mum that Y/N is interested in a boy named Cedric,” Molly started, “but you didn’t hear that from me.” His stomach churned, unknown feelings bubbling up into his chest as he felt his heart start to crumble. A small “oh” was the only thing he could muster, turning away to look down at his lap, fiddling with his hands. “He’s handsome, and good at everything. I can see why Y/N would like him.” He tried to contribute to the conversation.

Fred didn’t know why he was taking that information like this, ‘I don’t even like them!’ he practically screamed inside his head.

Molly pulled the comb away and set it down on the dresser, patting his shoulder before smoothing out some of the wrinkles on his shirt. “They’ll be here soon. Come help me set the table, yeah?”

“Yeah.” The feeling in the pit of his stomach was only growing by that point, consuming him.

maybe he did like you after all...

You were sitting in the great-hall, picking at your food as you half-listened to all the chatter around you. You looked up and caught Fred’s gaze, the two of you sharing a small smile. ‘You okay?’ he mouthed and you nodded, ‘not hungry.’ You both went back to what you were doing previously. Dinner eventually came to an end, and you managed to sneak out early. He walked out of the Great Hall with Lee and George, the same sickening feeling returning as he spotted you and Cedric chatting away in the hall; you were giggling over something Cedric said. It made him feel defeated.

You noticed your friends, starting to walk towards them. “I’ll see you in class tomorrow!” you called out to Cedric as you hurried to catch-up with Fred and the others. You began to walk alongside them, looking up at Fred and frowning slightly when you noticed that he had his brows furrowed. “You always do that with your eyebrows when you're sad,” you commented, he looked down at you and released the tension that had unknowingly gathered in his face. You continued, tilting your head slightly. “I hate to see you sad. What’s wrong?”

“Just got a shitty mark on a research paper, no big deal.” he shrugged your question off, forcing himself to smile so that you would stop asking questions. “Do you want a cookie? I managed to snag some.” Fred offered, pulling out the napkin-wrapped sweets from the pocket of his robe. You struggled to hide the smile spreading across your face as you nodded, reaching out to take one from him. “You always know my weaknesses, Weasley.”

He couldn’t help but notice how your eyes always seemed to glimmer when you smiled, and the way your cheeks flushed slightly, and your lips…

“this is why we’re best-friends.” that comment snapped him out of his daze. He nodded, “yeah, best-friends.”

He finished walking you to your dorm, cracking a few jokes along the way just to catch sight of that breath-taking smile a few times more.

“Goodnight, Y/N.”

“Goodnight Fred.”

He ruffled your hair slightly, pulling away to watch the door shut behind you; a small sigh escaping his lips as he turned to walk down the stairs, preparing to spend another night staring at the ceiling- wishing that the pillow next to him was you.

‘How do you tell someone you love them? Especially when it could ruin everything you’ve ever known. There’s safety in the comfort of knowing that at least you’ll always be their best-friend, at the very most. The uncertainty of reciprocated feelings twists your stomach, and could alter everything forever.’

A week had passed since then. Classes were out for the day and Fred was sitting on your bed watching you hold up a million different outfit combinations. “C’mon, I need more than an ‘okay’ or a ‘sure’” you whined, stressing yourself out. “what else are best-friends for if not to be each-others fashion advisors?”

“I never signed up for this.” He rolled onto his back, letting out a small huff, “So, you’re really going out with Diggory?”

You turned away from the mirror to raise an eyebrow, “Do you have a problem with that?”

“Nah.” Fred faked a smile, “Why would I have a problem with him? He’s a golden-boy, there's no one better for you.” ‘other than me.’ he thought, biting his tongue.

You smiled, turning back to pick up the two outfits you were torn between. “Ripped jeans and the green top, or…” you held-on to the ‘or’ as you picked up the other option. “The jean shorts and white graphic tee?” Fred pretended to be deep in thought, tapping at his chin with his index finger. “What shoes?” he asks. “My Converse, probably.” You look down at your socked feet briefly before looking back up at him. “Then go with the shorts, it’s hot, and… why don’t you wear the green top with them? The colour works with your skin.” He smiles for real this time, imagining how nice you would look in the outfit.

“Thanks Freddy, now look away, I’m changing.”

“Oh c’mon, it's not like I haven’t seen you change before.” He teases.

“Shut up, it’s different now. Cover your eyes!” you laugh and toss the white top at his face.

“Fine, fine. Eyes are covered.” Fred grumbles as he puts his hands in front of his eyes, waiting for the ‘all good’ from you to look again.

You hurry to get changed, eventually telling Fred he can look again. He hurriedly uncovered his eyes, a smile growing as he looks you up and down. “What are you looking at?” you shoot, playfully. “You look stupid.” he replies as he maneuvers himself so he’s sitting at the edge of your bed, watching you start to struggle with the clasp of a necklace. Fred shakes his head and stands up, standing behind you and taking the clasp from your hands. “Let me help.” His voice was low and gentle. You smile to yourself, face flushing slightly as you feel his cool hands against your warm skin. He finishes with the necklace and you turn to look in the mirror, Fred looking in it with you.

“You look gorgeous.” he places a hand on your shoulder, eyes softening as he looks at you. “Oh, shut up.” you muse back at him, turning to face him. “No, I seriously mean it.” Fred looks at you, looking genuinely sincere. “You look amazing, breathtaking even.” He pretends to brush a strand of hair from your face, just looking for an excuse to touch you, hand eventually resting against your cheek. “Diggory is really lucky.”

For a second, you forgot about Cedric- the outside world seemed to fall away. It was just you and Fred, like it had always been, but this time something was different. The atmosphere had changed, and he was looking at you in a way that you had never seen before. You felt your stomach flip as you locked gazes, his thumb brushing against your cheekbone. Something took over him.

“Kiss me, Y/N.” he mumbled, leaning down slightly to press his forehead against yours. And you did; It was sweet, and short, definitely not what you would expect from someone like Fred.

“I’ve waited so long to do that.” Fred chuckles, a bit breathless. His heart was going what felt like 300 mph, and his face was feeling red-hot. “No one ever compared to you. I mean, how could anyone compare to you?”

“Forget Diggory.” you said, tone breathy. “Kiss me again.” A smile spread across both of your faces.

Fred had no issue doing exactly what you had asked for.

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folklorelise · 3 years

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Captain Y/N as a baby (2)

Levi Ackerman - more scenarios about baby Captain Y/N.

Part 1: here

MASTERLIST

SOME MORE SCENARIOS

- you wanted to bring tea to Levi during his meeting.

Today was Levi’s turn to take care of you. But he had a meeting in the afternoon, so he gave you to the cadets, more specifically to Armin and Mikasa. Once Levi left, Jean appeared, and you run to him.

“Jeanie, I missed you this big!” you said with your arms opened as big as possible.

“I missed you too!” he answered taking you in his arms kissing you multiple times on the cheek.

“Jean can you help me make some tea for Levi please?”

“Sure, let’s go.”

“Jean I’m coming too; Captain Levi can’t see you alone with Captain Y/N.” Armin warned.

“Let’s all go then.” Mikasa said.

Once in the kitchen, Jean started to boil the water and Eren prepared the tea leaves. Armin gave you a tray and Mikasa put the teacups on it. You guys walked to the room and Jean told you that he would open the doors and they would all run away. Once the door opened, you walked to Levi but halfway through, you tripped over someone’s cloak and the tray went flying through the room. When you hit the ground, everyone in the room rush to you.

“Y/N! Are you okay?” Hange asked as she saw you started crying.

“Someone cleans the tea, the meeting’s over.” Erwin announced kneeling down in front of you. “Y/N are you hurt somewhere?”

But your eyes were fixed on the tea. Once you saw Levi you run to him crying even harder.

“I’m sorry Levi!” you sobbed, “I just wanted to give you tea because you like tea, I’m sorry.” You cried in his arms, your head on his shoulder.

“It’s ok.” he reassured you while patting your head. “Stop crying, you’re ruining my shirt with your tears and snot. Remember you already ruined my tea.” he laughed but when he noticed you crying even harder, he immediately apologised. “It’s fine, let’s go and rest now. I’ll be ok.” he continued comforting you while hugging you tightly. And of course, every Squad Leaders as well as the Commander were in awe in front of this sweet side of the Captain.

- You are on a ride with Mike and Erwin.

Today, Erwin and Mike had to take care of you, they had to after you cried for an hour or two about how your daddies never spent time with you together. So here you were, in the stable with Mike and Erwin. You were in front of Mike on his horse.

“Daddy, where are we going?” you asked Mike.

“We’re just riding around, spending time as a family.”

“You do know we’re not a real family, right?” laughed Erwin softly but stopped immediately after seeing your tears. “That was a joke! Haha. Mike laugh, now! That’s an order.”

After a few minutes, you started to stand up on the horse with Mike holding you. You hold out your arms toward Erwin and tried to jump to him, but Mike was holding you tightly, with his hands the size of your body. Erwin moved his horse closer to Mike’s and took you with him. Two minutes after, you reached out for Mike again. Then Erwin again. It was fun.

“It’s nice.” Mike commented.

“What is?”

“This is. Just walking around, as a family with no titans around.”

“It is, at least now we know how it feels like.” Erwin joked.

You were starting to get bored since they did not pay attention to you and the horses were going really slow. So, you decided to jump to Mike again as they were still pretty close. But with your tiny legs it was hopeless, so you almost fell but Mike had the reflex to catch your arm.

“What the hell Y/N!” Mike yelled as he hugged you closely.

“Sorry, please don’t yell at me, don’t be mad please!” you cried.

“Y/N,” Erwin continued with a hard tone, “That was completely reckless, and you could’ve hurt yourself!”

“Next time you should perhaps hold her correctly.” Mike said.

“Please don’t fight.” you whined softly and still crying.

“I was!” Erwin defended himself.

“Well clearly not enough! Our daughter almost died!”

“Well, she didn’t!”

“STOOOP!” you screamed sobbing hard. “Don’t fight please, I don’t want two separate daddies.”

“We’re not fighting. Let’s go home now.” Erwin ordered.

“No no! Please. I’m sorry.”

After your begging to stay outside, they agreed but neither Erwin nor Mike spoke. Mike was holding you even tighter than before.

At night, you asked them timidly to tuck you in. Once in your bed, they each lay down on your side.

“I’m sorry about earlier. You are not mad at me anymore right?”

“No, we were just worried.” Mike explained.

“Stay with me tonight please.”

“Ok, we’re staying don’t worry.” Erwin said.

In the morning, as it was Levi turn to take care of you, he entered your bedroom finding you on top of Mike and himself and Erwin cuddling. He screamed: “WHAT THE F...!”

- You are helping Hange with Eren’s experiment.

Today was Hange’s turn to take care of you. Levi was ready to take you with him since he was not fond of you being with Hange and Eren during her experiences with titan boy. But you wanted to stay with Hange, so he gave up and went back to work.

“So, Y/N, today we’re spending the day with Eren!” she screamed excited.

“Jean will be there too?”

“Sorry but it’s just Eren today.”

Once you arrived at destination, Hange gave Eren the green light to transform. It was your first time seeing Eren’s titan form, so when you saw him you ran to him.

“EREN!!” you screamed so he would notice you. You raised your arms up and jumped repeatedly. He looked down and kneeled down. He opened his hand and you hopped in. He put you on his shoulder and showed you his hair meaning ‘hold on to my hair’. Hange was writing like a maniac everything that was happening. Eren was playing with you, swinging you around. When Levi arrived to see what was going on, he almost had a heart attack seeing with Eren.

“ERREEEEN PUT Y/N DOWN RIGHT NOOW!!” Levi screamed as loudly as he could.

Eren panicked for a second and dropped you, as you screamed at the top of your lungs, Eren caught you just before your head hit the ground. Everyone rushed to see you and Levi cut Eren open to bring him back. Eren rushed to you too and apologise a million times.

“It was...” you started out of breath, “AWESOME!! I want to do it again!”

“That’s a no for me.” Levi said taking you with him.

“Eren we should do that again soon!” you screamed as you and Levi were moving away.

- Erwin and Levi go shopping with you for baby clothes

The night you turned into a baby, Erwin and Levi were with you, brainstorming ideas about what they should do.

“First, we’ll have to buy her some clothes, she can’t stay in my shirts forever.” Erwin explained.

“Fine, let’s just ask someone to bring some baby clothes tomorrow.”

“No, I think we should go with her. And see if she likes it or not.”

“You know Erwin, it’s not because she calls you daddy that you have to do all these things.”

But Levi ended up accepting anyway. The next morning, you were dressed in a dress made out of one a Mike’s shirt. Erwin, Levi, and you were ready to go buy some clothes.

Once in the little place where they sold baby clothes, you started to try on different things. The lady who sold these walked toward Erwin and Levi.

“You have a really cute baby here.” she said.

They both looked at her surprised.

“Thank you.” smiled Erwin after a good minute of silence. Levi turned to him with an expression saying, ‘what are you thanking her about?’ But before he could answer, you walked out of the second floor with all the clothes you wanted.

“Daddy! Can I have all of these?”

“Of course, you can sweety.” Erwin answered.

“For the record, she’s not our baby.”

“Let’s go honey.” Erwin joked once he packed all the clothes.

“What.” gasped Levi. Soon after he took you and the clothes in one arm and as he was ready to leave, he slapped Erwin’s ass and said, “you’re right honey.” And winked at Erwin before leaving this place.

“We have to pay.” you said.

“Don’t worry, daddy will pay.”

- You upset Levi and think he does not love you anymore:

Very often, when it was Levi’s turn to take care of you, you had to entertain yourself in his office.

“I’ll be right back brat; I’m going to make some tea.”

You went to his desk and took some papers on it and started to make some paper planes because you thought that would make him happy. Once the door opened on Levi, you threw all your paper planes at him. Levi caught one and opened it and sighed angrily.

“Y/N I told you not to touch my belongings!” He yelled angrily. He took all the papers and unfold them. You started to cry but Levi paid no attention to you. These papers were about the next expedition in a week and they could not waste more time on paperwork. You tried to help him, but he would just yell and tell you to stop bothering him. You ran outside still sobbing hard and ran into Mike.

“Daddyy!” you cried as he picked you up.

“Let’s go to my office.”

As he walked to his office, you told him about what happened with Levi, still crying a bit.

“He doesn’t like me anymore!”

“Of course, he does!” reassured Mike.

“He’s really mad.” you frowned.

Back into Mike’s office, he took some useless papers and made paper planes with you and you threw them outside.

“Daddy I’m hungry now.”

“Okay let’s go eat then.”

In the mess hall, Erwin and Mike were sat next to each other, because you wanted them to.

“Why aren’t you with Levi?” Erwin asked you.

“Levi hates me.” you answered.

“No, I don’t.”

“Levi!” you shouted running to him.

He picked you up and said, “I’m sorry about earlier.”

“Do you still love me?” you asked shyly.

“Of course, I do.” he whispered so you would be the only one to hear. “Let’s go and finish your plate.”

- Cadets turn to watch you.

Today, it was the cadets (rare) turn to take care of you. A snowy day outside, playing with snow and making snowman or even making snow angels. Eren threw a snowball toward you a little bit too strong and you fell backward. They all rushed to you because you still did not get up.

“Y/N are you ok?” asked Jean worried.

You just sneezed in response.

“Your hands are red Y/N!” Mikasa noticed. “You must be freezing.” she continued and wrapped you with her red scarf. Jean took his hat and gave it to you. Then Krista gave you her gloves, but Ymir protested and gave her hers. Eren seeing everyone giving you their clothes started to strip too because he felt like he was responsible for this.

“Y/N, here’s my coat and shoes too.” But Eren was stopped by a slap behind his head. “Stop being stupid. Your shoes are way too big.” Mikasa stated.

“Yeah Eren, don’t be stupid like you usually are.” Jean added.

And they started to fight again. Armin just signed and took you inside. “Let’s get you to someone because you’re probably sick now.”

“I want to see Daddy please.” you whined as you felt your head getting heavy.

“Ok, let’s go find the Commander.”

- Mike and Erwin are too fast:

Another day with your dads but no ride outside this time. They had to work on the next expedition. You were following them around, but they were fast with their big and long legs. You were out of breath at some points, but they did not notice a thing. You were running faster to catch up with them, but your ankle twisted for no reason and you fell headfirst. At the sound of your head hitting the ground, they immediately turned around and ran to you.

“Y/N are you ok?” shouted Erwin helping you getting up.

“My nose...” you answered.

“It’s bleeding, let’s go see the nurse.” Mike said picking you up and rush you to the infirmary.

“Why were you running?” Erwin asked once the nurse fixed your nose and knees.

“You were leaving me alone.” you trembled.

“Just yell our name next time ok? You scared us there.” Erwin murmured.

“Sorry daddy.” you apologised and hugged them.

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SOME MORE RANDOM HC

- You would be often found sleeping on top of Erwin or Mike. Sometimes it was Levi, but it was mostly with your two daddies.

- At night, you would most likely sleep with Levi because, according to Erwin, it helps him sleep. If Levi disagrees, you’ll just cry and scream so he has to do what you want him to do.

- Hange would always steal you when she did her experiments with Eren because she knew you loved his Titan.

- Levi would definitely think about having kids with you after spending time with you as a baby.

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