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mouse-of-dimitrescu · 6 months

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𝟷𝟸 𝙳𝙰𝚈𝚂 𝙾𝙵 𝚂𝙼𝚄𝚃𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙴𝚂𝚂 🎄 #𝟽 𝙹𝚊𝚗𝚎 𝙼𝚞𝚛𝚍𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚇 𝙵𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚎 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 ( 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚊 𝚌𝚑𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚖𝚊𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚌 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚐𝚊𝚢𝚢𝚜 )

The Dripping Prayer ( TW NSFW )

I DONT WANT ANYONE TRIGGERED OR ANYTHING BY READING THIS ❤️❤️❤️

WARNINGS: mentions of religion, chapel-based, semi-public sex, TW for religiously traumatised babes, lesbian sex, mentions of confessions, guilt, being a pariah, finger-fucking, eating out, rainstorm.

:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧

You stood in the chapel. It was a Tuesday and the afternoon was due for arainstorm. You sat on the wooden bench in the front and twiddled your thumbs. You didn't know why you were sitting in the chapel or twiddling your thumbs like some depressed old man about to be executed for murdering his ex wife. Nevermind. Your thoughts rambled on until you heard loud footsteps coming from behind you. You turned to see your next door neighbour, Jane Murdstone walk through the arched doorway, boldly looking around and eventually turning her glance towards you.

" Miss Murdstone." You greeted, standing up and looking back at her.

She approached you. Her footsteps never failing to produce a sound of daunting rhythm. " Good afternoon, what brings you here?" She asked, taking off her gloves and hat. You smiled, watching her actions.

" Shelter from the storm. I'd like to say but I don't really know.

Jane nodded and looked at you up and down for a brief moment. " A storm? I hope not. I walked here."

" As did I." You nodded and sat back down. Surprisingly, Jane took a seat next to you and you both gazed at the stained glass. Just then, the rain began pouring down and you let out a small groan. " There it is." You chuckled.

" Well, we wil have to stay here until the storm passes. Where is the priest? I actually came to have a word with him." Jane said, looking around.

" Oh, he went out just as I walked in. He had business to attend to I think."

" What business?" Jane looked to you.

You shrugged. " I don't know. What did you want to speak to him about?" You asked, sitting up properly in your seat.

" Just a few confessions. I'm burdened by then and I need his assistance." Jane explained shortly, not caring to look at you as she spoke. You nodded silently, not wanting to pry.

Jane turned to you eventually. " Have you ever...felt something that you shouldn't have felt?" She asked, her voice sounding a bit colder than usual.

You frowned in confusion. " What do you mean?"

Jane sighed. " You probably haven't. But I wish to know if you've ever felt some...form of...lust for another being. Maybe even love for someone you are forbidden to love?" Jane searched your eyes, feeling a bit anxious.

You nodded silently and looked at Jane. Of course you had experienced love and attraction that was forbidden by society and the church. You wouldn't dare to admit it until now.

" Like a woman?" Jane whispered, making you nod again. " Have you ever repented?" She asked.

" I don't know how love can be frowned upon. I'm not sorry for loving someone. I don't know how love can be a sin." You responded calmly and adamantly. Jane looked at you and have you a small smile.

" You don't think I need to confess?" She asked, her pinkie finger gently grazing over your hand in a secret language — an intimate motion that you initially tried to ignore.

" Confess for what? Loving? Experiencing attraction?" You asked. Jane nodded with understanding and held your hand.

" Thank you." She whispered. " It feels forbidden to speak of these matters in a church or even hold your hand but I find myself careless right now." Jane admitted, looking down and eventually looking back up into your eyes.

Your eyes met hers and like a secret prayer — her emotions translated with yours. " No one is here... we're alone until the storm dies down." You squeezed Jane's hand.

Jane nodded in response and brought her free hand up to your cheek, caressing it. " May I?" She asked, her voice barely audible. The storm outside was blocking some of the syllables in her words.

" Yes, Jane. Yes." You whispered and inched closer towards Jane. Her hand escaped yours and made its way to your waist as she leant closer towards you. Her lips touched your own extremely lightly, a bit hesitant. But you matched her yearning with a mutual kiss — your heart felt like crying. Tears escaped your eyes and you held onto Jane. It was like you were being lifted by something. Like flight — a relief from the unfixed — an end to silence and that longing was met with a single flutter.

When you pulled away from the kiss, Jane leant your forehead against yours and you both smiled breathlessley, shutting your eyes and holding her hands in yours.

" Thank you." You mived your head back a bit so you could look at Jane properly. She brought your hand up to her lips and kissed it, eventually leaning her cheek in your palm as she began kissing up your arm. You gasped when Jane's lips met your exposed neck. Her warm breath sending echoing goosebumps throughout your body. You tilted your head back further to give Jane better access and she happily nibbled on your sweet spot.

" Oh...Jane." you moaned softly. " Jane you're making me feel." The confession fell from your lips like a honey-dipped verse. Jane smiled against your soft skin and kissed your jawline.

" Feel what? A certain need reserved for solitude?" She ran a hand over your thigh. You gasped and nodded, looking into Jane's eyes which were usually cold — instead of coldness, they had a sparkly to them and your body quivered slightly.

You wrapped your arms around Jane's neck and kissed her deeply again. " Jane..." You whispered against her lips.

" Yes darling?" Her one hand trailed your dress up your legs. " Oh you're so pretty." She looked down, admiring your legs and thighs. Jane's arm wrapped around your waist and you leant back into her. Your back leaning against her chest as you slouched. You moved your legs so you were lying on the wooden bench, your knees bent and your head and upped body propped up on that hard wooden bench. Jane smiled and watched your dress fall down your legs, folding into little pools at your waist, revealing more skin.

" Jane...I need you." You admitted, looking up at her.

Jane admired you for a moment before kissing your cheek. Her slender fingers found the waistband of your knickers. You gasped as Jane slipped her hand underneath the lace fabric. You gripped onto Jane's dress, the material scrunched up in your grasp as you tried to focus and compose yourself.

Jane hummed in approval when she felt your arousal coating her fingertips. She ran two fingers through your folds, parting them to have better access to your glistening entrance. Your body jerked at the friction.

" Oh darling, you're so deprived." Jane teased, swirling her middle finger around your throbbing clit. Jane grasped onto your thigh with her free hand, spreading your legs a bit more for her as she dipped a single finger into your pussy, making you moan out.

" Oh..." You had never felt this way before. Jane circled her middle finger inside you, exploring your walls. It was as though your mind had gone blank and the only person that crowded your thoughts was Jane.

She continued her actions and began moving her finger in and out of your tight hole, making your hips buck up at the sensation.

" You're so tight and wet around my finger, darling." Jane whispered against your neck and your moans grew even louder at her words.

" Please Jane...another finger!" You moaned out, feeling Jane's palm brush against your sensitive clit with each movement.

Jane slowly added another finger, watching you moan and pant in pleasure. You gasped at the slight stretch and released a strangled groan of Jane's name. Jane smiled down at you and started to pick up the pace, her fingers curling up and eventually finding your g-spot with each thrust.

" Jane! Oh... Jane...." Your voice trailed off as you moaned. You felt Jane lube up the third finger and slowly slide it inside of you, making you groan and writhe under her touch. Withdrawing her fingers and thrusting into you with a sudden urgency, your eyes rolled back and you leant your body even more into Jane's chest. With every thrust, you felt Jane's fingers hit that sweet spot inside of you and your legs began to shake. Your body herking against Jane as her movements began to speed up. Loud moans echoed throughout the chapel, remaining unheard because of the roaring, tempestuous thunder.

" You going to cum?" Jane asked, her voice low and husky. You groaned, becoming even more and more turned on due to her tone. You nodded quickly and Jane smirked.

" Cum for me." Jane said. The lightning synced with your cries and you came hard for Jane. it was like flying and falling at the same time. You looked up at Jane as your orgasm began to wear off and she leant down to kiss you softly, her fingers still moving in and out of your cunt.

" That was lovely." You whispered against Jane's lips. Jane smiled and withdrew her fingers, humming in approval as she licked up your mess. Your eyes widened slightly at the sight.

" I quite agree." Jane chuckled and held you close to her, you looked up at Jane with a small smile.

" Can I pleasure you too?" You asked softly.

Jane nodded and wrapped her fingers gently around your neck, meeting your lips again in a yearnful kiss. " Kneel for me." She whispered, making your breath hitch.

You immediately knelt down in front of Jane. She gently lifted her dress , hiking it up her long legs, spreading them for you. You bit your lip and teaced your fingers over Jane's thighs, peppering sweet little kisses upwards, reaching her clothed cunt, the fabric damp with her arousal. You brought your hand up and played with her over her knickers. Jane moaned as you accidentally circled her clit and you smiled at her reaction. You took her knickers off, sliding them down her legs, eventually stuffing them in her purse. Jane smirked and adjusted her dress, making it easier for you to reach between her legs.

You experimentally licked a slit up her folds and her sweet arousal triggered your taste buds. You planted a kiss on her pussy and two of your fingers parted her folds. You licked circles around Jane's sensitive bud, hearing her moan out as she gripped your hair, pulling you loser to her, needing more friction.

" Oh...darling." she groaned when she felt your finger explore her slick entrance before pushing inside of her. " Add two more." She commanded, tugging harder at your hair. You happily obeyed Jane, adding two more digits, feeling her hot walls tighten around them. Jane let out satisfied moans and you groaned when she pulled at your hair. In response, you grasped onto Jane's thighs and spread them further apart.

You pumped your fingers in and out of Jane while your tongue continued to stimulate her clit, making Jane release guttural moans as your increasing speed. The light rain pattered against the surfaces outside — like a clock, making the pleasure more urgent.

Jane and you were getting more and more turned on, knowing that someone could burst through that arched door at any moment. The two of you would immediately be dealt with by authority and society — forced to apologise for something you weren't sorry for. You couldn't give a damn about that. All that mattered was Jane.

Jane moaned louder when you curled your fingers up inside of her, her walls fluttered around your digits and you sucked harshly on her swollen clit. Jane's legs began to tremble at your sides, her thighs pressing hard against your head, trapping you in. It was obviously a happy moment for you.

" Oh! Darling...faster! I think I might..." Jane couldn't finish her sentence. The pleasure was overwhelming. You sped up your pace, thrusting your fingers and curling them inside of Jane as you did before while she flung her head back. Jane gazed upon the stained glass — her eyes slightly unfocused, the golden halos in front of her were a blur as she came hard, crying out your name like a sacred prayer. Separated syllables interrupted by moans and untamed breaths.

Jane's slick covered your fingers. You began to slow down your pace, letting Jane ride out her orgasm. Her breaths were still heavy and when you let go of her cunt and slipped your fingers out of her, some of her cum creeped down her thighs. You eagerly licked it up, making Jane chuckle as she looked down at you. Your lips were puffy and half your face was covered in her cum.

" My word, you're a mess, darling." Jane took her small black bag and shuffled through it, withdrawing a handkerchief and leaning down to wipe your face. " You did so well. Your mouth works wonders." She kissed your cheek and you smiled up at her.

You eventually pulled Jane's dress back down like normal, readjusting it before standing up and dusting off your knees. You sat next to Jane and rested your head on her shoulder, she wiped your fingers clean for you.

" May I have my knickers back, darling?" She asked, holding out her hand, expecting you to give them back.

" No, I'm keeping them. Thank you." You laughed, not missing the small blush on Jane's cheeks.

Jane let out a small sigh and couldn't help but laugh. " You're so naughty." Jane wrapped her arms around your waist and gave you a soft kiss. You deepened the kiss and smiled against her lips.

" We should do this again sometime." You mumbled.

" I agree, maybe we could use the confession box for extra privacy?" Jane suggested, her tone darkening with lust at the thought of it.

You laughed and nodded. " That could be arranged." You kissed Jane's cheek and she held your hand. The storm outside began to subside, the pouring rain began to diminish into a slight drizzle.

" We should get going." Jane whispered with a hint of sadness in her tone.

" Come around to my house whenever you'd like." You sat up properly and looked at Jane. you both eventually stood up and she nodded.

" Of course I will. " Jane gave you one soft kiss — that was the only minute you wished for an eternity.

:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧

#jane murdstone #gwendoline christie #jane murdstone x reader #gwendolineuniverse #larissa weems

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tiyoin · 2 months

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Tiyoin the voices got to me again. I was scrolling tho tik tok and came across a video ,and it reminded me that you mentioned reader doing a sport before attending twst in the singing au. Wanna give a guess what sport I saw??

It was ✨figure skating✨. Just imagine it for a sec. Do I know anything about skating?? No. But the idea of anxiety reader being one is beautiful. Especially since skating isnt a confrontation sports like soccer and, reader doesn't have to be in contact with someone while performing their act.

I see reader starting the sport when they were young. They may have seen it as a way to put themselves out there while doing something they enjoy and find relaxing. They didn't compete in big contests with thousands of people watching (girlie would not make it). They would only get to county or district level of the contest B4 the nerves got to them. Most likely self sabotages at the end so they wouldn't have to seen and judged by so many. Reader does has a few gold medals tho. Yuu has been their personal cheerleader for a few years now. Going to as many contests as he can to just support reader and know they're not alone.

✨Now✨

What if there is a different competition (w/o a overblot hopefully) which a sport is picked randomly. Whether you want it to be a school vs school, dorm vs dorm or maybe grade vs grade you can decide. I think it could work with any of them. Like they pick a few people to represent their side and to complete. The ones that physically compete get prizes (💰) and the others get bragging rights and a 🍕 pizza party or smth like that idk.

Anyways, Yuu is like *puppy eyes* pls reader 👉👈we poor. And reader knows Yuu is only asking cuz they they really need the money and he would never make them do smth that would harm them. Yuus real motive is maybe this will help reader make friends or less be less anxious around their classmates. And he knows Reader is gonna win cuz none of the others skate.

The only ones in NRC that I can see being able to skate to a degree is Rook, Jade or Ortho maybe Epel too. He probably hated it till his grandma said only strong people could skate cuz it's hard. I think his home town is gets snow right? Can't recall rn.

Depending on which VS is picked the outfit and preforment is gonna be a easy choice or the hardest thing in the whole contest. Maybe a duet gets thrown in there. ➖👄👁️

Overall reader is ✨stressed✨ rightfully so. The creeps are recording, admirers admirering, rivals showing up left and right. Reader gonna need a nap after everything that's happened.

Another 3-5 am ask woooo. Sorry if there is any spelling errors. Why do the best ideas always come when I'm tired 😩. I can send u a tik tok I saw that inspired me if u want. Also I don't mean to mention Rook in every ask he just shows up w/o asking. Like my fav is Malleus and I haven't send a single idea with him.

Maybe it's cuz Rooks a Sagittarius and I'm a Gemini. They are sister signs. That's probably why he lives in my head rent free. I hope a good night.

MEL- I NEED TO KISS YOU BRAIN RIGHT NOW!!

especially with the death of YOI: adolescence... a sad day for anime lovers' everywhere (im on desktop so i can't do any emojis </3)

I actually had a really big skating phase. still do and would love to have prof. lessons. i wanted to do it so. badly. my parents said 'no' and that it was too late for me, so i mourn that. believe it or not, i was in soccer and almost did it in college.

but the ice feeling so freeing whenever reader steps onto it. they're not worried about sweating because of ice, and they can move how the want when they want.

reader would 100 PERCENT self sabotage themselves. filling their head with nonsense and because of all those thoughts (especially) 'dont miss this spin, dont miss this spin' only to miss it because they were focusing on whether they would 'miss the spin or not')

but in their home world, reader is phenomenal!! they're amazing! they got scouted by amazing coaches who wanted to tap into their raw potential, who were impressed by reader's hard work and drive... but reader always finds a away to miss things up for themselves.

OH MY GOD AHHH SPORTING COMPETETIONS WERE ALWAYS MY FAVORITE ARCS IN SHOWS

ITS LIKE THEIR OWN MINI OLYMPICS HAHAHA (reader: wdym you guys dont have olympics?)

ofc there's a pre sign up and auditions. reader is thinking and mulling it over. because trying out for the boys team is very different than the girl's team, is co-ed even allowed?? this is an all boys school after all!

(yuu brings crowley to their audition to convince him to give them student-ship so they can compete and WRECK those snot-nosed princes.)

maybe there's a partner skate? and you know that the admirers of reader that can skate and sign. the. fuck. up.

I WANT SKATER JADE!! I WANT IT I WANT IT I WANT IT!! but home boy would probably not be able to skate at the level of reader just because he's og a fish and if he started skating when he turned human then he'd only have a year of experience </3

but lets just say there's a sports thing they have... not club but dedicated for this event... then i can see jade being somewhat on reader's level. but there's still a difference unfortunately

ROOK HUNT SKATED OUT OF THE WOMB!! ortho could professionally skate sine... 5 minutes ago? like c'mon guys get on his level.

though i can see rook rather being an observer. he also called it 'ice dancing' because that's what it is to him. but if rook trying out for this instead of his usual sweep of archery, all to stop some... he doesn't have a word for the level of disgust he'd have if he saw you dancing with a slimy no name.

plus he will be able to experience your growth! not just as a skater but as a person! he can also get closer to you!

vil. vil can! ice dance. he needed to learn it for a film and he's always liked the feeling of being on the ice. which makes pomefiore the contenders for being on the team / being reader's partner during partner categories.

epel would want ot learn hockey but was forced into ice skating by his grandma HAHAH she'd say that he can learn to play hockey after he's mastered the ice or something. it's something he's NOT proud of- but (if this is the point where him and reader are on good terms) then he'll happily play up him being a skating pro.

i can also see vil forcing epel into skating for the school. like wdym ice skating is for girls? get your ass on the ice NOW

SILVER AND LILIA WOULD ALSO BE ICE SKATERS AHHH. but it's a bit dangerous for silver to be on the ice but if it means helping support his friend then he's gung ho about it! just... please keep an eye on him in case he starts falling (he's usually good about that. making it to the sides before he was able to face plant on the ice. but lilia is always present in case of such emergencies (and if the designated watchers arent able to get to him in time))

lilia has dabbled in a bit of everything. so if you see him whip out a quad (with only a little bit of stumbling, as he complains about his bones again) he'll act like it's not hard (it's not- for him)

BUT IF MALLEUS WANTS TO GET INTO THAT ICE SKATING ACTION THEN HE'LL SPEND HOURS AT IT. the prince bale to do things a bit differently than everyone since he's.. ya knw, thee malleus draconia.

crowley ; you can barly even skate! why are you at the try outs!

malleus :... give me a week (and the mofo MEANS IT)

and dw i get random spouts of 'rook hunter-itis too. I DONT MIND YOU BRINGING HIM UP CAUSE I LOVE HIM- AND MALLEUS AHHHH)

#tiyoin 🔎#twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #twisted anxiety 🌀#mel <3

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ayayabaroque · 1 year

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Tears, Laughter, Sorrow.

corny, pero wla ako mapost e wla akong no choice last march pa 'to sa drafts CW: Angst? mostly none, corny writing, i hate writing esp since i cant think of anything good/this is why i dont post anymore ffs Spoilers for Lantern Rite '23, not sure if i mention anything but yk its just to be safe A/N: i love school, but i went from rank 1 to rank 3 and i absolutely hate everything and everyone im going to cry sorry for not posting anything recently(and ever), and as usual, English isn't my first language, so please don't have any high hopes for this piece. I might go back to completing the Slowly series but im not feeling well since i last went on here to write a serious fic Read utc!

*:･ﾟ✧ Zhongli *:･ﾟ✧ "Would you live to see Liyue's downfall, or always relive the one most painful moment you have felt in your lifetime?" You pause, thinking on an answer to your friend's question. "The latter. Liyue's downfall won't happen for another thousand years, I doubt that any of you would be attending my funeral any time soon." Your friend tears up at the thought. "Right... yeah probably right." "I'm kidding of course! An endless time loop would keep me stressed, I'd rather have you by my side." ... "I'm... relieved? Hey listen, it's getting late, you should be getting home. I'll see you tomorrow." It was unlikely for your friend to suggest to leave this early, but you don't mind, as long as you see them again tomorrow. Then again, it was too tiring to walk home just right now, maybe you could walk around the harbor, after all, you and your friend have been playing by the docks all day, without anything better to do. "I should be getting home back to Zhongli." you mutter. Although cold, the air in Liyue would always smell of various floral scents, specifically the Glaze Lily. You hated Glaze Lilies. There wasn't one word in the dictionary that could describe how much you loathe these cyan-petal, night-blooming lilies as much as you possibly could. Well, truth be told, you hated the person Zhongli associates with these blooms, and it drives you insane. Guizhong, Zhongli's late friend before the Archon War, used to be so close to him. He would return late from his ventures with his friend in tow that he forgets to come home to you every single time. You couldn't really argue with the reasoning he has, since he is more of your superior rather than a lover. It's been so long since he spent time with you without reminiscing about Guizhong, probably a little over your 429th birthday. Oh yeah, did I forget to mention you were old? The more Zhongli leaves you to mourn Guizhong's day of death on your day of birth, you resort to laughter every time he comes home instead. The false joy of seeing him return home after a mournful day which he marks Guizhong's passing, your laughter behind the façade you show for your lover. "How's Guizhong been? Any response yet?" you muse. "I prefer you not adding salt to my wound." "Oh yeah, you guys ended on rather good terms, it would be a shame if I were to slander her in front of her good friend." The statement always seems to make Zhongli seethe with fury, and it looks like he's had enough of your insults and remarks. "A true shame you did not get to know her, or were you busy burning away your lifetime serving false gods?" "You know well better than to bring my past stature into this conversation." It pains you to think about your past, when your parents sold you off to a minor god for wealth, leaving you to rot in the god's hands. "I'm tired, I do not wish to make this into a heated argument. Go to bed." ... "I honestly wish it was you instead of Guizhong, I miss her dearly." That was what made this memory painful, it was what made you cry in the eve, and sob in the morn. In the end, when you were asked the same question years ago, immortality seemed like a dream, now turned into a living nightmare. You only wish to awake from this horrible dream, again, and again, and again. "So... Would you live to see Liyue's downfall, or always relive the one most painful moment you have felt in your lifetime?" The question that would mark another day of the loop, spent in misery and sorrow. The days you've spent celebrating your birth over, and over again. "Happy 7,329th birthday, to me."

#ayayacantwrite #zhongli genshin impact #zhongli #genshin angst #zhongli x reader #genshin imagines #genshin impact #genshin #genshin x reader

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fangirlstorycreator · 2 months

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Hey sorry I was not clear enough but basically what I meant was

But basically mateo has a 16 year old daughter who lives with him and u didn’t know u was pregnant until you give birth and u was scared to tell your dad but in the end after he was mad he was supposed of you and your baby and help as much as he can and Mateo the dad who is mad, but who ends up supporting her as much as he can and it is mateo and the child pov if that ok x

I think I understand now anon, I will try my best and I hope you like it 💚

School was a nightmare, yet again. The boy you had a huge crush on was ignoring you after the beach party you both attended, and he never even called you after you both spent the night together on that boat. You just tried to focus on your school work and hanging out with your friends too. But something had been bothering you for a few days, a pain that had been growing and gnawing away at you from your belly. As a teenager, your period was always mixed up and never came at the same time as before. And you had been known to completely skip a period or two in a row, but this was a very long time now, and you were worried. You were at the legal age to have s#x, but you didn't want your mum and dad to know about that, especially not with your 17th birthday just 2 months away. But maybe there was something that happened to you when you slept with your crush that's making you feel this way? You didn't have a baby bump or any other pregnancy symptoms, so it couldn't be that. Maybe he was lying about not being clear of STI's? And maybe this feeling is that? Whatever it was, you needed to find out, and discreetly, before anything really bad happens.

When you got back from school, you passed your mum who was making a drink in the kitchen. "Hi honey, how was school?" "It was ok, I guess" You were born in Spain, but your dad was Spanish and your mum was English. So you were pretty much fluent in both languages, and used both depending on who you were with, just to make it easier. Dad knew English, but he did get his words muddled up sometimes, it was funny. "Are you ok? You seem a little distant" "I'm fine mum, I'm just gunna head out to the beach for a while. I'll be back soon" "Take your phone with you and text me if you need anything ok?" "Ok mum" Getting changed into something comfy, you head back out and walk down to the benidorm beach front with all the shops and bars on the front. As you were walking in the sand, water lapping on your bare feet as you hold your shoes, you hear a voice in the distance. You see your dad, Mateo, walking towards you. "Hola, cómo estás Y/N?" "Hola papá. Are you heading to the hotel?" "Yes, miss Temple-Savage is making me clean the pool after an old orange man nearly died in it" "What?" "He's ok, still orange but not dead. Are you ok? Where are you off too?"

"I'm fine, just going for a walk" "Ok then Y/N, mantente segura mi querida" "Lo haré, nos vemos pronto papá" Giving you a wave, he heads to the Solana where he works as you carry on down the beach and on towards the old town. Washing your feet in the water before coming onto the path, you see your friend Lacey walking down the street. "Lacey!" You shout, trying to get her attention. "Hey Y/N, how are you?" "Well that's the thing, I don't feel well" "Oh? What's wrong?" "I don't know...but I need some advice" "Ok?" "I think this illness I'm feeling is something to do with Jake" "Jake? Why Ja-Huh! No! You didn't did you?!" "Just, try and keep your voice down ok?" "You slept with him didn't you?!" "Well, yeh. Kind of" "Kind of?! I can't believe you slept with him! That's great! Oh...you said your not feeling well" "I've got this kind of numb and slightly painful feeling in my stomach" "Are you pregnant?" "I cant be, I slept with him nearly 9 months ago, and if I WAS pregnant, I'd have a bump. There's nothing there" "You certainly dont LOOK pregnant, what do you think it might be then?" "I don't know...maybe an STI?" "Did Jake use protection?" "He told me he did, and I saw him pull the condom out of his pocket"

"But did you SEE him put it on?" "Uuhhh..." "Oh my god Y/N....you've got to be more careful" "I know, I know, I've learn't my lesson" "Ok, do you know what your going to do?" "I'm going to go to the local doctors in the old town, can you come with me?" "Of course, lead the way" As you and your friend walk into the old town, it's very quiet, hardly anyone was there. And it seems that the pains you were having, were about to get worse. "Ouch!" "What's wrong?" "I felt...it felt really sharp right hear. Why the hell did-OUCH!" You fall to your knees, holding your stomach as it gradually got more and more painful. "Oh my god! Y/N what do I do?!" "I-I don't know! Call-call my mum! Please call my mum!" Lacey takes her phone out while still rubbing your back, trying to help ease the pain as she calls your mum. "Hello?" "Mrs Castellanos?!" "Is this Lacey? Are you alright?" "No! Something is wrong with Y/N!" "What's happened?!" "She said she wasn't feeling well, and we were going to the doctor in the old town. But she's in so much pain! I don't know what to do!" "Where are you?" "By tapas alley!" "Stay there! I'm on my way!"

Lacey ends the call and is back with you again. "Should I call your dad?" "He won't answer, he's working right now-hhhsss! Ooowwww!" Just as you thought this pain was going to be too much, your mum parks her car right beside you both. "Y/N!" "MUM! It hurts so much! I'm scared" "It's ok baby! I'm going to take you to the hospital now! Lacey, sit in the back, I'll get Y/N in" Your mother drove like she was in a race, she was extremely worried about you. She practically demanded a doctor to see you when she brought you into the hospital. Thanks to her, they got you your own room and were seen too immediately. The pain wasn't stopping, and you had no idea what to do. Your mother was there by your side every step of the way, holding your hand when the doctor was trying to find out the cause of your pain. "Mrs Castellanos! We need to sit her up in a more comfortable position, now!" "Why?! What's happening to her?!" "Just please help me, the baby is about to come out!" Huh? Baby? What baby? You weren't pregnant? Were you? Your mother looked utterly shocked as she helped you sit up, what was she supposed to think? What were YOU supposed to think? "Y/N? Honey, your pregnant?" "I-I didn't know! I swear!"

Another pain comes, and you squeeze your mums hand for dear life. "Alright young lady! It's time to push! Hold your mothers hand and listen to me ok! Take a deep breath, and push!" Doing as she says, you push with all your might, it was excruciating. "That's it! The head is out! One more push and the baby will be hear! Take another breath now, and push!" Taking the biggest breath you can, you push one last time, harder than you had before. And within seconds, the instant relief washes over you, and the sound of a baby's cry fills the room. You were shocked by this whole moment. You had just given birth! You WERE pregnant! And now there was a baby, hear, in your arms. "Congratulations young lady, it's a healthy baby boy" The doctor said, you couldn't say a word, you just look at the baby in your arms, unable to say a thing. It's your mum who speaks first. "He's beautiful........Y/N...why didn't you tell me?" "Mum, I swear, I didn't know I was pregnant. I had no bump, no morning sickness, nothing" "How is that possible doctor?"

"I have seen this before, but it is extremely uncommon. It appears your daughter had what is known as a "Cryptic Pregnancy" In most cases, the pregnancy won't show a bump and a lot of women have not shown any sign of pregnancy until 20 weeks. However, there are the rare few that don't show or realise they are pregnant, until they actualy give birth. Studies show that around 1 in 2,500 pregnancies go unnoticed until delivery" The doctor checked your notes while your mum was still shocked by the whole thing. "Can I have a moment alone with my daughter please doctor?" "Of course, just press that button if you need help" Once the doctor left, your mum held the baby in her arms and started walking around with him, smiling at him. "Y/N.... this is....I don't know what to say" "I'm so sorry mum" "It's ok honey, I just want to know why you didn't tell me you were s#xually active? Your only just at the legal age. Is this why you've been distant lately? And why you've been having bad pains?" "Mum, it was just one time, I swear. And he said he wore a condom, I saw it and everything! I honestly though this was some kind of illness, or STI. And I was going to the doctor today to try and deal with it. I'm so so sorry, I know your angry with me"

"No Y/N, I'm not mad at you" "Your? Your not?" "No" she says calmly as she walks back to you and sits on the hospital bed, carefully placing the baby in your arms. "I'm not mad at you honey, your a teenager who was doing what teenagers do. I am angry that this boy didn't use protection. And I am angry that YOU didn't double check, or take any birth control before hand. But, what's done is done...and this is what's happened. You are holding a baby, your baby" "I know....it's strange....but nice....really nice" "There are a lot of choices you have to make honey, but there is one incredibly important question" "What's that?" "Y/N.....are you ready to be a mum?.......do you want to keep this baby?" "I....I know that looking at him...makes me feel this feeling I've never felt before. It's something I don't want to loose....I don't want to loose him. I know this is going to change my life forever mum, I really do understand......and I don't care if I won't sleep for the next 18 years, I dont care about anything else anymore. Just looking at him....he's perfect" "It's a feeling that only a mum can feel, and that's what your feeling. So? Are you going to keep him? Yes or no?"

"But what am I going to do for money for him?" "Don't worry about that just yet, I work from home anyway so I can help you out. You can rest up from having him first, bring him home, and me and your dad can go and get some things he will need. A cot, a buggy, formula, clothes ect. And once he's settled, you can go and look for a job to help pay for him" "Oh god! Dad! What am I going to tell him?! How do I explain this to him?!" "Y/N, it's alright, I'll go and talk to your dad and explain what has happened" "He's going to be so angry isn't he?" "There is a possibility his anger may be directed at this boy who is the father. You and your friend Lacey have spoken about a boy at school many times before, is it him? Is it Jake?" All you can do is nod, feeling ashamed of what you've done. But your mum just kisses your forhead, and looks down lovingly at her grandson. "He needs to know about this Y/N, do you have any way of contacting him?" "I have him on instagram, but he's not answered any messages I've sent him recently" "Sounds like a normal teenage boy to me then. Right, what's his full name? I'll find his mother online and contact her and Jake. But first, I need to go and speak to your father. Let's get the doctor back in hear and get this little guy weighed and checked over, and once your both ok, I'll pop out to the Solana and speak to your dad, ok?"

"Ok mum" Once she called the doctor back in and she did the weighing and checks on you and the baby, your mum called Lacey into the room and asked her to stay with you while she was gone. Lacey agreed and was more than happy to sit with you and the baby. "Awwww! He's so cute! And so small" "He looks small, but apparently he was 8 lbs 7 ounces" "Really? Woh! Aww but look at his little face. Can I hold him?" "Yeh sure, just sit in the chair though" "No problem" Carefully you place him in her arms, and her smile is beaming. "He's so tiny.....your so lucky Y/N....have you though of a name yet?" "I don't know, in the space of one day, I've discovered I was pregnant, gone through labour, had him, and now planning in my head how I'm going to take care of him for the rest of my life. A name right now is a bit tricky to focus on" "I can try and think I some names for you if you like?" "That would be nice, yeah. My mums gone to tell my dad, which is scary enough. But I'm more worried about what I'm going to tell Jake" "Oh yeh, I hadn't really thought about that. How do you think he'll take it?" "I have no idea, and that's the thing that's worrying me"

Meanwhile, your mum had just arrived in the Solana, where she saw Joyce at the front desk. "Oh hello dear! What brings you hear?" "Joyce, I'm afraid there is a family emergency, and I need to take Mateo from you" "Oh! Yes of course, I'll go and fetch him for you. It's a quiet day today so he's a spare member of staff anyway" "Thank you Joyce" 10 minutes later, Mateo and Joyce walks back to the front desk. "Hola mi amor! Miss Temple Savage said you have come to see me? Some kind of emergency?"

"Yes babe, come with me and I'll explain everything. Your going to need to sit down for this. She took him to a seating area outside the hotel, and explained everything from start to finish. Your pains, going into labour and being in the hospital right now with the baby. And it was safe to say, that Mateo was more than shocked, his mouth was wide open and his eyes focused on your mother. "She.......my daughter.....how?" "She said it was a boy she had a crush on, she's been so worried about me telling you babe" "My baby has her own baby....I can't believe it.....is she ok? Is she in pain?" "No, that doctors said she had no damage, and the baby came quite quickly. She's resting in the hospital with Lacey now"

"And.....who is this boy who got her pregnant? Cabron hijo de perra!" "Mateo! Language!" "I'm sorry mi amor, I must hate that he's left her like that on her own" "He doesn't know. Hell! She didn't know until she was in labour! Once she's ok, we'll contact this boy and his family, tell them what has happened" "Ok.....I still can't believe it....my daughter is now a mother. We have a grandchild?" "A grandson" "It's! It's a boy!" "Yes Mateo, and I think we should go and see if both our daughter and grandson are doing ok" "....yes..." "Mateo, let's just walk up there and try to take deep breaths ok?" "Yes, I think I have too" Back in the hospital, Lacey had given you back the baby so you could feed him, and the more you held him, the more your love for him grew. "How is it possible for me to love someone who's only been alive for no longer than an hour?" "It must be what they call mother's instinct" "Yeh, I think that's what my mum said too. I hope my dad didn't go insane over this" It was as if his ears were burning, because as soon as you said that, him and your mum came into the room and saw you. "Dad!......dad I'm so sorry, I swear I didn't know I was pregnant! I thought I was just unwell-and then the pains started-and he came out-and-"

You kept trying to tell your dad what was happening, but he just remained quiet as walked over to you and sat beside you. "I know it's going to be hard, but I can't let him go-I love him dad-I don't want to miss out in raising him and trying to be a good mum! I'm...I'm sorry..." Mateo didn't say a word, just looked into your eyes in a softening way. Resting a hand on the baby, he leaned over and kissed his little hand. "He's beautiful mi querida, I'm so proud of you" You burst into tears, you were so glad he wasn't angry with you, and you pulled him in for a tight hug, desperate to show how much you loved your dad. When you both pulled away, you even handed him the baby, letting him hold his grandchild for the first time. "Beautiful....our little grandson" a few days later, you were able to leave the hospital with your baby, and your mum and dad helped you bring him back home. Where they had bought everything he could ever need. Your mum loved having a baby around the house, and your dad...well your dad was being extremely over protective of you and the baby. He would be super gentle with him, and not let you lift a finger, not even to do cleaning or dishes. He absolutely adored your little boy, everyone did. Well....you say everyone....you still hadn't heard anything back from Jake, but that was about to change.

You were due to take the baby to the registry office tomorow, but you had yet to think of a name for him, you were still unsure. You had just got him chaged into a new baby grow after feeding him, when the doorbell went, and when your mum opened it, it was Jake! And his mother. "Jake? What are you doing hear?" "I've uhh...come to see the baby" "Our baby Jake" "Yeh, I guess so" It was a little awkward, his mum seemed thrilled to see the baby, and Jake just sat beside his mum, not knowing what to do. "He's beautiful Y/N, he looks happy and healthy. It's so wonderful to finaly meet my grandchild" "Thanks Faith. You can hold him if you like?" "Oh yes please" You hand the baby to Faith, and she is so delicate with him, you felt happy knowing he was being held by another trustworthy mum. "Oh he's beautiful. Don't you think Jake?" "Uhhh, yeh" "Yeh? That's all you've got to say?" "He's just a baby" "He's YOUR baby! That you and Y/N created together. You should be thanking Y/N and her family for taking such good care of him" "Why? I didn't ask her to get pregnant" Anger built within you. "Seriously Jake?! You told me you used protection! You lied to me, you can't blame this completely on me!" "It was just a fling Y/N, why should I have to-" Your dad smacked his hand on the kitchen table, definitely getting Jake's attention.

"You got my daughter pregnant....you have a responsibility now, weather you like it or not. Don't you DARE disrespect my daughter like this, when she has brought your baby into the world!" "I ain't disrespecting her, I just don't see why I should have to do anything. She's the mum now" His own mother hits him in the back of the head. "Yes! And YOUR the dad! You are my son! And you will look after this baby, because it's your responsibility, as much as it is Y/N's!" "You can't make me mum" "Oh yeh? You live under my roof, you will do as I say. You are going to finish school in a few months, then the second you finish, you will find a job and pay child support for your son!" "What? That's not fair! I don't want a job! I don't want to be held down by a baby" "Well tough! Maybe if you hadn't have lied to this young girl, and actually taken the right precautions, you wouldn't have to be doing this! But your baby is hear now! So suck it up!" Jake just scoffed, not liking that he has to grow up. He thought for a moment, then looked right at you and said "Fine, I'll help out a little if he's named after me" "Excuse me?" "Yeh, he's my boy, I want him to have my name" "Like hell he will" "What? I can choose his name if I want"

"You haven't bothered to see him by yourself for the last few days Jake. You only came because your mum made you, and your refusing to pay for him. Why in the world would I name my child after someone who doesn't want to be a part of his life?" "Because I want him to share my name" "He will...your last name. Legally your his dad, he will have your last name, but that's all. I will decide his name, I have been the one who had been taking care of our baby since he's been born, not you! My mum and dad have been there for me every step of the way, and you look like your fed up being hear. I mean for god sake Jake! You haven't even asked to hold him! He's right beside you in your mums arms, and you won't even look at him!" "Yeh? So?" "Get out! I mean it get out!" "Seriously? Your being so stupid kicking me and my mum out?" "Not your mum, just you! Get out!" "FINE!" And with a slam of the front door, he was gone, and the anger was staring to go away. "I am so sorry for my son's behaviour, he's acting like a child" "He's his own person Faith" You say sympathetically, she comes and sits over with you, aswell as your mum and dad too. Your mum hugs you around the shoulders, then Faith says "He's going to pay for child support, he won't have a choice. But until then, I'll send you and your family some money for him" "Faith, you don't have too" Mateo says.

"No, I want to, I insist. You've brought my grandchild into the world, and I want to try and support Y/N, the baby, and the rest of you as much as I can" Faith was such a lovely woman, let's hope that Jake does actualy realise the importance of the situation, and actually wants to be a part of his sons life.

You, your parents and Faith spent the remainder of that day spending time with the baby, and building those important bonds. And the next day, after Faith had dropped off some lovely baby clothes for you, you and your dad had made your way to the registry office. Your mum was busy looking for a new carseat, so your dad came with you instead. You knew that your dad wasn't particularly happy when he first heard the news about you and the baby, but the second he saw him, you knew life was going to be diffrent. Jake had been waiting at the office, and when he saw you, and your dad walking up as he was holding the baby, Jake just scoffed and walked in, looking like he didn't even want to be there. "Don't worry mi querida, you have all the support from me and your mother" "Thanks dad" Walking down the hallway and into the little office, Jake was already sat on one of the chairs, so you and dad take a seat too, with the registrar sat behind her desk. "Alright, do we have both parents for this lovely little boy?" "Yes" "Mhm" Jake just slumped in the chair, he could at least act like he cared. "Alright then, so firstly, you both are not married, is that correct?"

"Yes" "Alright, so the baby will take his birth fathers name, which is Brooks. Now, does he have any first and last names?" "Yes, he does have both" Again, Jake just scoffs, because he knew you didn't name the baby after him. "His first name is Lorenzo" "That's a lovely name miss L/N, let me just write that down. And his middle name?" "His middle name is Mateo" Your dad looked utterly shocked! He looked at you, tears welling up in his eyes. "Mi querida? Your giving him my name?" "Of course dad, you've been there for me and him. I want to show you how much that means to me" He couldn't help his joy, he pulled you in for a loving hug. "That's stupid!" Jake says defiently. "You wont name him after me? But you'll give him your dads? This is ridiculous!" "Please be quiet Mr Brooks. Miss L/N's parents, and YOUR mother did call ahead and explain the situation to me before hand, and you don't have the right to be so rude to the mother of your child" "I don't care, you can't make me like her. Just like you cant make me pay child support" "Oh....but the law can" "Huh?" "I'm sure your mother has already told you that you have a legal responsibility to this baby? Well she is correct. As soon as you turn 18, you are required by law to pay child support for your son" "Uuugghh!" It was like he was acting like a child who was being grounded, you hated that he behaved this way, especially with your baby right there in the room.

"If you could both sign the papers hear, little Lorenzo will be all done" Grabbing the pen, Jake signs the paper and just leaves, it really got to you. But your dad held your hand to comfort you, and the registrar tried to ease your worries. "Don't worry Miss L/N, I've seen worse dads waltz though hear. But I can tell your going to be a great mother to your son, and by the way your parents help you, I know you will have a great support network to get you through the tough times ahead" "Thank you" You smile a little and pick up your pen, signing the paperwork and being handed Lorenzo's birth certificate. "I hope you all have a good day" "Thank you" Mateo said as he takes you and Lorenzo out of the office and the building. You held your baby in your arms, seeing his beautiful little face, blue eyes and blonde curly hair, loving him more and more each second. "I am very honoured you decided on my name as Lorenzo's middle name mi querida" "It's something I wanted to do for a while now, and I also think it suits him. So...being a mother starts hear, with you.....Lorenzo Mateo Brooks....my little boy"

#benidorm mateo #benidorm #benidorm tv series #mateo x reader

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heyharoldsboo · 1 year

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I looked over the "evidence". I know there are confusions but I think I got it and I want to make sure I understand. Sorry im the anon who discovered your blog not too long ago.

So Karis, Kayla and Desiree went to school with Percy. Aries when to a different school but was friends with his supposed minor Percy hooked up with. This minor left her to OD and went to hook up with Percy. Aries also claims Percy touched her back and hips, made innuendos and asked her to chill (SA according to her) at a party she attended in his famous basement.

Karis, Kayla, Lena Desiree, Percy, Brycen were all a part of the same toxic messed up group of friends. They all protected Brycen who is an abuser. The girls were victims and are allowed to grow and become better people but Percy is not. Desiree was manipulated by Brycen into protecting him. She even got into a physical fight with one of his victims and messed up a lot of people's lives to protect him. Lena was Percy's gf for a while. Her and Karis were bffs. Karis and Percy apparently also hooked up and Percy lead her on, played with her feelings. He apologized for this later but she didnt accept. (ss shared by kayla, a convo with Karis and Percy) She says this was abuse. I dont know what happened to Lena because Percy and her seem to be on good terms and she somehow still follows Karis and vice versa.

Desiree says that in another timeline, she was raped by Ralph, a friend of Percy. She says Percy let it happen and when she asked Percy for help he said ok I need to ask around because it is a very delicate situation and i have never done this before. (ss shared by desiree of the convo of her and Percy)

So the problems:

-timeline of when these weekly parties were happening because he was in Atlanta filming the Gifted as well?

-no one directly accused him of rape, just being friends with shit people and enabling, letting them live in his house, is that it? but if this Brycen guy was such an ass, why were so many women protecting him? what was 16 year old Percy supposed to do, mind control them all into leaving this guy behind? like what?

-these girls refused to share the rest of their convos with him, just very limited screen shots. He admits to playing with Karis feelings, thats it. With Desiree, he says he has never had to deal wit rape issues before. If he was throwing wild parties every week where girls were getting assaulted, how is this the first time he was having to deal with this? Im confused

-kayla also shared an ss where she tells him "i can tell you who to call if you want this to end, if you are afraid I will out our DMs"...isnt this kind of blackmail? what did she mean by that?

-as for Aries, i dont mean to define what assault means for each person but I dont think what she described qualifies as assault. And when she described it she said she knows it is not violent and that people will say its nothing....this is where im like "she knows what shes doing"

-where were his parents during all this though? did he live alone, im confused

-who leaked his nudes, who had his nudes? how did everything get leaked so fast? was this premeditated you think? the toilet ones are not nudes you send to minor pretty please they were terrible. You send dick pics to girls, not pics after you took a shit. Those were probably for his guy friends.

-the twitter and insta likes accusations I will not even discuss cuz they're stupid and people gotta get a grip

Did I miss anything? did I understand this correctly?

sorry for having to catch up

Anon, that's a really really good recap of this shitshow, honestly!

-kayla also shared an ss where she tells him "i can tell you who to call if you want this to end, if you are afraid I will out our DMs"…isnt this kind of blackmail? what did she mean by that?

Well, I think this was blackmail and extortion. For me, they were trying to get money out of him to not let this blow in the internet.

-where were his parents during all this though? did he live alone, im confused

There are a lot of conflicting statements about how these parties whent and how frequent they were. He was not in the city for long periods of time, so I can't see him giving parties in Toronto every weekend.

His toilet/bathtub pics were leaked in 2019 in a porn website. Others were leaked through ghost accounts during this shithow. And I agree, these aren't "sexy" nudes.

Edit on this helped by my wonderful friend @lilitblaukatz :

On the porn site in 2019-2020 (hard to tell more accurately) were posted CP pictures (about ten of them), all taken in some basement in one session. At least one new of that same series of pictures was posted on Twitter several days after the mess started on Jan 19. Bathroom/bedroom pictures without showing anything inappropriate wasn't on any website. It was leaked with the allegations and exist in a form of phones' photos, not even original photos.

I don't think you missed anything? That's mostly it.

And don't worry about catching up! We're here for you <3

#i stand with percy #percy is innocent #heyharoldsboo

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funkymbtifiction · 2 years

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hi charity! ive been pretty certain im an enfp for a while, but now ive started thinking about infp. could you give me some thoughts on this info about myself?? sorry for how long this is, i understand if you don't have the time or interest!

i mirror or adapt to the energy of the people around me. i cant really help it. i can be extremely energetic, sweet and bubbly around one person and blunt and dry around someone else.

im bad with details, eg. ill skip proof reading or editing because the process is so tedious.

i find it SO hard to type myself because when i read a description, i cant relate to anything cause i dont know how i act and i cant remember any examples. usually i can convince myself that i act a certain way, and then identify with that type

i have a horrible memory. i forget about my responsibilities, and often ill go on youtube to look up soentjing and then get distracted by something else and forget what i was there for. i also couldn’t remember when my classes were even though i’ve had the same classrooms for 7 months.

I usually do not have very strong opinions and sometimes i dont even have any - a lot of the time i dont know how to feel about things, or i will easily get swayed by outer opinions, for example, my parents are making me attend an art class. Im initially uninterested but whats the harm in learning a new skill, and i shouldnt miss out on any opportunities, right? So i attend the class and i dont like it. I tell my parents i dont like it, but they say “but its so important for you to have fundamental art skills!” and my opinion about it changes, and i continue attending the class. Or maybe my parents will ask me how i feel about it, and i can only say “i dont know”, because in my head im going: it wasnt that fun, but maybe it will be more fun next time! And plus, its important for me to pick up these skills, so i should attend! but i also dont want to go, so im conflicted and cant say anything. but these thoughts dont go clearly through my head, its all very muffled and confusing, so i cant say them out loud.

but then again, i have very strong passions and goals and dreams! and i know what kind of movies i like and stuff and i usually like to watch similar kinds of movies of genres that i like.

and on that note, i have pretty big drrams of getting famous LOL and i also have very high expectations, and i can get very disappointed if they arent met.

i feel that i don’t look back on the past often, i am usually looking towards the future.

but i also feel like i don’t “daydream” as much as intuitives are supposed to. i definitely do, but i feel like i don’t do it that much?? actually i’m not so sure anymore i’m confusing myself LOL actually i think my brain is just dead all the time but when i do daydream it feels very real

im very disorganised, i cannot keep things tidy for the life of me

sometimes i will go into phases where i wont be lazy or disprganised but it doesnt last for very long

i can be hard working with things i like, for example i had a period where i was waking up at 5am before school every morning to make videos, but ive fallen out of my routine cause ive lost sight of my goal.

i mirror or adapt to the energy of the people around me. i cant really help it. i can be extremely energetic, sweet and bubbly around one person and blunt and dry around someone else. <- this rules out Fi-dom. IFPs don't do this, since they are not attuned to other people's energies. It also suggests an attachment type core (9).

im bad with details, eg. ill skip proof reading or editing because the process is so tedious. <- this isn't tert-Si

I usually do not have very strong opinions and sometimes i dont even have any - <- ENFP 9

a lot of the time i dont know how to feel about things, or i will easily get swayed by outer opinions... <- Ne-dom 9 (going along with stuff you don't want to do to keep the peace with your parents)

but then again, i have very strong passions and goals and dreams! and i know what kind of movies i like and stuff and i usually like to watch similar kinds of movies of genres that i like. <- some Fi

and on that note, i have pretty big drrams of getting famous LOL and i also have very high expectations, and i can get very disappointed if they arent met. <- Ne-dom and 1 wing confirmed

i feel that i don’t look back on the past often, i am usually looking towards the future. <- inferior Si

im very disorganised, i cannot keep things tidy for the life of me. sometimes i will go into phases where i wont be lazy or disprganised but it doesnt last for very long i can be hard working with things i like, for example i had a period where i was waking up at 5am before school every morning to make videos, but ive fallen out of my routine cause ive lost sight of my goal. <- weak Te

ENFP 9w1.

#question #mbti #enneagram #enfp 9w1

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yourmcu · 3 years

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Forgotten (CONTINUED VERSION)

Pairings: Tony Stark x daughter!reader, Peter Parker x Stark!reader (platonic)

Request:

Hello i love your story could you do angsty tony x daughter reader. Wherein the reader has a twin brother and Tony and the avengers prefer the twin brother and becaus of that, the reader became rebel and badass. She always getting trouble and almost drop out student. The avengers and her father were seem disappointed and dont know what to do. Not until the reader involve into car accident and she's critical injured. The reader also slipped to coma. Everyone is devastated about the reader conditione. And they realized that the reader only rebel because she wants to get attention from them. It depends to you what the end come, I just want a full angst this week and I hope you dont mind my English. Anyway I hope your alright.

A/n: y’all wanted it, I finished it :)

Word count: 3,984

(more notes at the end!)

Warnings: angst, hurt/comfort? bad writing of an anxiety attack, accident, knife, hospitals

read it on ao3!

gif not mine! credits to the owner^^

Being a genius/billionaire/superhero’s kid doesn’t always sound nice like it usually does.

You were one of the Stark twins, the other half being your brother, Ethan.

The both of you showed signs that you inherited the commonly known Stark trait (intelligence) at a young age. But Tony mostly focused on his son, showing him all his inventions and gadgets, teaching him everything he knew while you on the other hand, were being babysat by Happy or Pepper, sometimes Rhodey.

You tried so hard to get your father’s attention but he always had his excuses:

“I don’t have time for that.”

“I’m busy with Ethan right now.”

“Maybe later.”

At first you didn’t mind if your brother got all the praise and attention. It wasn’t until your mid-teens that you really started to feel left out and ignored.

You were left to frown when the other Avengers never found anything interesting about you, just like Tony did. They all liked Ethan better. The topic of him being the next Iron Man when Tony retires is getting exhausting.

There was this one time when Tony announced that they were all going out to dinner since Ethan got, yet again, a full set of A’s on his report card.

“Did you get my card?” You tapped on Tony’s shoulder lightly.

He gave you a side glance, “ah shoot, I forgot. I’ll go get it tomorrow.” Then returned his attention to your brother.

But he ended up forgetting again the next day and you had to convince your teacher to give it to you instead. Your marks had A’s, but littered with B’s as well, of course that was no match for your brother’s perfect marks.

And that sort of scenario wasn’t just a one time thing, Tony forgets to pick up your report card every. single. time. The messed up part was you and Ethan literally attended the same school, he was just in a more advanced class than you.

As time passed, Tony went from ignoring you to getting annoyed and pissed at you for everything you did. In his eyes, you were always in the wrong. And the reason? You didn’t know.

“Dad? Can I borrow Bruce for a minute?” You knocked on the glass door of his lab to get him to look up.

He didn’t, but responded, “kinda busy with him right now.”

You looked at your fractured arm, regretting your decisions. “W-well, Ethan was training with Nat, and... and he wanted to try the new moves he learned on me. He went a little hard and - I think my arm’s broken, I just wanted Bruce to check it out-”

“Goddammit!” He shouted after you heard a glass shatter. Bruce covered his face with palms, muttering an ‘oh no’.

Tony glared at you, striding to where you were standing. All that was left for you to do was to brace yourself for what was about to come. “See, this is why we never let you do anything with the team,” he spat. “That right there?”-he pointed to your arm-“that’s on you. Things go wrong because you’re in the way!”

“I’m... I’m sorry-”

“Just get out of here.”

Your arm remained untreated after that.

Then Peter Parker came into the picture. Friendly guy, he was actually nice to you. Him and Ethan got along right away when Tony first recruited him. The fact that he treated Peter better than you made you even more miserable. It made you think he never wanted a daughter in the first place.

You first met Peter when he accidentally entered your room without warning, thinking it was the bathroom. Cliche, but that’s what happened.

“It’s on the first door to your other left,” you stated.

“Yeah, yeah okay, thanks,” he turned around to leave but stopped to look at you again. “I’m Peter Parker, by the way.”

“Y/N Stark.”

Peter’s eyes lit up at your last name. “I... I didn’t know Mr. Stark had a daughter - no offense! It’s just-”

You sighed and waved him off. He didn’t even notice the similarities you had with your twin. “It’s fine. I get that a lot.”

After many events of being, to be blunt, treated like shit, you finally had enough. You neglected your studies, only went to school when you felt like it (which was rare). No one cared your grades anyway, so what’s the point? You became a whole new person, you surrounded yourself with the wrong sort of people, causing you to dabble into smoking and alcohol.

Since you were always in trouble, you could recite Cap’s detention speech at school by heart now.

The principal of your school wanted to see Tony to talk about your behavior. Normally he’d make an excuse not to go if it wasn’t that important but he got flooded with messages from the school, so he couldn’t say no.

You had your legs crossed, sitting across from Tony who had his eyebrows furrowed as he listened to the principal. For some reason you didn’t feel nervous. “Y/N barely attends her classes. I’ve seen every attendance. Are you aware of this, Mr. Stark?”

Tony only maintained his usual relaxed posture and avoided your gaze.

“Some students have also seen her smoke in school grounds. We gave her a few weeks suspension for it, but it doesn’t look like she’s learned her lesson.” They pulled out a couple boxes of cigarettes from the desk drawer. “We found these in her locker.”

“You went into my locker?” You shot up from your seat. “You can’t just do that!”

Tony cleared his throat and got up, gripping your wrist. “I’ll take it from here - will that be all?”

On the way out he doesn’t say a word to you, only that his grip on your wrist got tight as you near the car.

“So,” he started the car. His voice was calm, but it screamed that you were in deep trouble. “What do you have to say for yourself?”

You sighed and slouched in the passenger’s seat, crossing your arms. “I’m... sorry you had to know...?”

“Yeah, I’m just gonna be honest with you here,” Tony still doesn’t look at you. “When I found out I had two kids, I got worried about Ethan.”

You let out a snort. Of course he would.

“I didn’t want him ending up like me. But surprise surprise, my daughter did instead.”

“I’m not ‘ending up’ like you, Dad-”

“Then what do you call - this,” he referred to you. “What, you’re just gonna waste your life, drop out of school? You’re a fucking mess, Y/N, and here I thought I raised you right. Sometimes I think: why can’t you just be like your brother?” He had a hard grip on the steering wheel as he drove, the way he spoke affected the speed of the car greatly.

You opened your mouth to speak but you couldn’t fine the exact words you wanted to say. “I... well, I’m sorry I’m not a goody two shoes like him!”

“That’s not what I-”

“Please, that’s exactly what you meant.”

He scoffed, shaking his head. “Look, I’m grounding you until you pull yourself together, understand?” And he did. He gave new orders to Friday when the both of you got home. You weren’t allowed to leave the compound without Tony’s permission.

Were you giving up that easily? Of course not.

You were on your laptop for the rest of the day, hacking into Friday’s system, the security to the elevator and the entrance. That night, your executed your plan and everything went smoothly.

“This is why you never underestimate me,” you sighed, deactivating the hack once you were out of the building.

Your friend who was picking you up was already waiting a few blocks away from the compound. “I hope you’re cool with me staying over for a couple days.”

“If a bunch of Avengers come and destroy my place to look for you, I’m not going to be friends with you anymore.”

You laughed at out, “oh trust me, they don’t care.”

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The next day no one noticed your absence, nobody did for another two days. Tony just assumed you were mad about your punishment, so he didn’t think of it much.

Not until Peter came to the compound on the third day, wanting to hang out with you.

“Whatcha got there, Pete?” Ethan asked.

“Star Wars movies. I wanna watch them with Y/N - she could use some company, don’t you think?”

The older Stark twin shrugged, “yeah, I guess she could.”

Peter then headed to the elevator and stopped at the floor where your room was. He knocked on your door and waited a bit, after a few minutes of silence he knocked again, still nothing.

“Y/N? Is it okay if I come in?” He called out. No response. He hesitated a bit, for all he knew you were probably changing or something, or you could be in danger. He went to open the door anyway. “I’m coming in, I’ll close my eyes just to be-”

To Peter’s surprise, your room was empty.

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You were at a 711 parking lot, waiting for your friends who were buying supplies for a house party. You gave them your wallet, not really caring about anything anymore. Your phone was starting to pile up with messages and missed calls from Tony, Edward and Peter, occasionally from the others as you scrolled pass more.

Without thinking you threw your phone to the ground, cracking the screen, breaking it completely. They’d be able to track you through it now that they know you ran away. You really had no intention of coming back. You weren’t wanted, what’s the point of going back?It’s early but you’ve had a few drinks already. You weren’t sure if breaking your phone was a good idea but there’s one thing you’re sure: you didn’t care anymore.

You didn’t have to turn your head to see who just arrived and ambushed your friends inside the store. They ran out and left you behind. The sound of webs coming out of his shooters was enough for you to tell.

“You shouldn’t be here, Peter,” you sighed defeatedly.

Peter gently took a seat next to you, not removing his mask since you were in public and handed your wallet back. “I don’t understand why you left.”

He took in your awful state. His suit scanned how intoxicated you were, estimated how many cigarette packets you’ve had. His frown deepened at the information.

“I care about you. We all do. Mr. Stark’s not going to stop the search party until you come home.”

You rolled your eyes at the term. “Stupid search party – pathetic – I’m not coming home anymore, Pete-” you slurred and tried to get up but stumbled back, almost twisting your ankle but fell to Peter’s side. “Ow.”

He sighed, struggling to get ahold of you since you always pulled away.

“Stop being so stubborn, okay?”

“If you don’t like my stubborn fucking ass then maybe you should just leave,” you stated. “I’m not wanted there. I got the message. I didn’t run away just to be fucking found.”

Peter stared at you for a moment. He didn’t know why you got grounded in the first place, how you got here and why you didn’t want to go back home. There was something off in the father-daughter relationship, he knew that, but it was news to him that it was that bad. That bad for you to waste your life, to run away. He always thought Mr. Stark was an awesome parent, the way he was treating Ethan, and him…

“It’s unfair,” you ranted. “God, if you only knew how pathetic I feel whenever he tells me off. I’m always annoying to him - not just to him, to the whole team, I’m always wrong in everything I do and it’s honestly tiring? What the fuck do I have to do just to feel loved and wanted?”

You went on rambling while Peter tried to comfort and deny every negative thing that came out of your mouth. He didn’t believe any of it, but the way everyone’s been treating you. He hated that he didn’t notice sooner. He could’ve defended you.

“I have nothing against you, I really don’t,” you sighed. “But you should be grateful they’re treating you perfectly.” You got up and strode to the opposite direction, mentally cursing because your friends ditched you and you has nowhere to go, phone destroyed and everything.

But you were staying true to your word: you didn’t have any plans to go back to the compound. You were going to figure your life out on your own.

“Y/N, I… I’m not leaving you alone out here!”

You were so fed up of the spider-ling. How good he was, how perfect, how Tony clearly wanted him more than you, how he always wanted to do the right thing, because none of you expected what happened next when he went to grab your shoulder. The action was so sudden that it Peter didn’t have time to avoid it.

Knife, shoulder, really deep.

Maybe it was just how wasted you were, because he knew you would never do anything like that.

“You’re really annoying, Parker,” you muttered, not wasting any more time watching him stumble out of shock and pain, sprinting across the streets.

With his uninjured arm, he shot webs while trying to pull the knife (the blade wasn’t even visible anymore on how deep it was) out of his shoulder. There was a loud bang, and Peter never sprinted so fast in his life, not caring less about the pain and blood, because what mattered most was your safety. When he got there, you were far from safe.

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A week went by. And during those seven days Tony was on edge, I mean, how can be calm at a time like that?

Peter managed to show up at the compound the same night, breathless and shaky. His state made everyone worried but he wasted no time telling Tony what happened. He got you to the hospital, making sure you were being sorted out right before leaving to break the news.

Tony didn’t think twice and went to the hospital where you were admitted, not listening to Peter’s apologies and leaving Steve to sort everyone out on what they should do.

They didn’t expect you to show signs of waking up after only a week since the accident got you mangled up, it was mostly a blow to the head and as expected, you slipped into a coma.

Right, what happened: an awful timing really, not sure if Peter’s the one to blame but he accidentally stuck you to the ground with his webs, and it just so happened a car was driving at a fast speed – there you go.

Tony made sure you got the best treatment possible. He even went and asked Strange if he could do all the surgeries needed, but he declined, claiming he couldn’t anymore despite the sympathy he felt inside. Instead he asked the best doctors he knew, but still helped out sometimes in any way he could.

You took a breath, trying to open your eyes but the blinding lights of your room and them almost feeling as if they were glued shut from not being open for so long prevented you. You also tried moving your hands, only to feel a warm one rest on top of it, you finally opened your eyes.

“You’re awake,” Tony mumbled, rubbing a thumb on the back of your palm soothingly. “You’re awake and you’re okay.”

“Mr. Stark?” Peter called out, spotting his mentor sitting outside the room where they were doing the final surgery on you. It was his first time visiting, seeing as the knife wound was worse than he thought. “I’m so sorry, I-“

“What happened?” Was the only thing Tony said, not looking up to look at the kid. Peter stood there for a moment but told him everything that happened.

After that and after he made sure you were okay, resting in your room and everything, he let Natasha look after you for the night and headed back to the compound.

The kid would never lie to him but he had to see it all for himself. The Spider-Man suit caught everything through the baby monitor protocol. From when he arrived to the convenient store, when you told him countless of times that you weren’t coming back, and when your drunk self ranted about what you felt.

“What the fuck do I have to do just to feel loved and wanted?”

“He seemed to like both of us equally when we were younger,” you sniffled. “Of course he would, but… my brother just turned out to be special and talented and,” you frowned, “he’s all Tony ever wanted for a kid. Maybe I reminded him of the chick he fucked, I don’t know – must be it, right?”

“Y/N, you’re just as special as-” Peter tried to reason but you threw him a glare. Tony could see the pain and heartbreak in your bloodshot, tired eyes. One that said you didn’t want to hear anything like it anymore. You didn’t want to believe it.

“The thing is, they only want you when you’re gone. Missing. Dead,” you shrugged. “I can take a hint, you know? My only family hates me. My only family doesn’t want me. Now you – all of them – are looking for me… why?” Peter flinched at the loudness of your voice. You truly were broken.

Tony fast forwarded, it didn’t clearly show how you got hit, but he had enough anyway. He wanted to make things right with you. He could only hope that you make pass this, hoping that you’ll let him make it up to you.

“It’s not too late, you know,” Steve said from the entrance to his lab. “Y/N is strong. She’ll make it.”

“Why am I not dead?” You croaked, looking at your father with an anxious expression. You letting out another shaky breath as you struggled to move and look around. “I should be dead. Why am I here-”

“Take it easy-”

“Don’t you understand?” You felt your throat aching, breath quickening. “I don’t want to be here!”

“No, you’re okay. Y/N you’re okay,” Tony tried to calm you down when he saw the lines in your heart monitor go up and down in rapid pace.

“I’m not - no I’m not - not okay,” you struggled to let out. It felt like you were choking on your own breath, getting harder and harder to breathe by the minute, soon tears started to prick your eyes. “I don’t want to be here!”

“Tony, what's going on?” Steve bursted into the room with an alarmed but calm expression.

“Call Strange. Anyone.” He told the captain but his eyes never left you. He rubbed a part of your arm that wasn’t injured soothingly in attempt to calm you down. “Just breathe for me, okay? I’m here and you’re okay.”

Something about the softness and encouraging look in his eyes made you nod eventually and follow his breathing patterns. He held a glass of water for you to drink, holding your struggling hand softly to get it out of the way.

He’s never looked at you like that before.

Most of the time he ignored you, most of the time he looked at you at anger or annoyance when you’ve fucked something up.

“There we go, we okay now?” You looked away and nodded lightly. That was enough for him. Tony wanted to let you know how sorry he was so bad, but thought against it, at least for now. He was scared you might start freaking out again.

Stephen entered the room with the doctor, the other Avengers following closely behind. The amount of people in the room overwhelmed you a bit, but you were strangely calm because of how your father’s acting. Soft and caring, it made you feel safe.

Both doctors concluded that you had some sort of amnesia. In English, your past memories were blotchy, all of them even from your childhood. Again because of the blow to the head it was already expected. But you remembered the recent ones clearly, which was the reason why you avoided looking at Peter and his patched up arm.

Which also meant it was possible you didn’t remember all of the pain you felt concerning your family. It was unfair on your part.

Strange insisted that you stay a few more days, or one more week, just to run tests and make sure you get enough medicine and stuff.

They decided to see how bad your memory loss was.

“I did that to you,” you still refused to look at Peter completely. “I’m sorry, Peter.”

“I’m just glad you’re okay.” Peter gave you a smile.

You moved to the next person. Red hair, seemed to give off a friendly but civil nature. “Natasha? You’re Natasha.”

The Russian merely smiled and crossed her arms.

“Steve,” you stated, moving to the next person. “You always read old books in the kitchen.”

Steve chuckled, nodding to confirm.

“Ethan,” you smiled as you looked at your twin. He gave you a small wave even if he felt as guilty as Tony about everything even if he wasn’t the one to blame.

You stared longer at the next person, almost shoulder length dark brown hair, he’s wearing a jacket to cover his metal arm but you knew it was still there.

“Ducky?”

Peter let out a giggle, so did you brother.

“It’s Bucky, doll,” Bucky smiled, covering his face with his hand to suppress a chuckle as the rest laughed.

“Oh, right, I’m sorry,” you let out a weak giggle yourself.

You meet Tony’s eyes again, the softness still there.

“Dad,” you stated. “You’re my dad. Tony.”

No, you didn’t completely forget how he treated you. You knew he was annoyed with you, which lead you to think that you did something that made him act that way. “Am I bad?”

Tony’s hopeful expression dimmed. “What do you mean, sweetheart?”

You shrugged. “You’re mad at me, I just… I guess it’s just not clear on why.”

Steve thought it would be best for everyone to head out for a bit so he ushered everyone out of the room except for your brother who took a seat at the corner.

“About that, it’s about time we talked, yeah?” Tony sat on a chair backwards beside your bed. It made you nervous, but you were reassured. “You’re not in trouble, don’t worry.”

He exhaled, resting an arm on the top rail. “You deserve so much better. I should’ve treated you better,” you opened your mouth to ask but he continued. “Look, I haven’t been fair with you and it’s a problem. You’re smart, talented and beautiful. I figured you needed to hear it more often because it’s true. What I’m trying to say is, I’m sorry. I really am.”

Your bottom lip involuntarily trembled. “You – you really mean that?”

“From the bottom of my heart.”

You sighed, a genuine smile plastered on your face. “Thank you. And I’m sorry if I was a pain in the ass-“

“You never were,” Tony shook his head. “You always did your best and I really should have acknowledged it more. Give me a second chance?”

“Of course.”

Tony smiled, getting up and planting a gentle kiss to your forehead.

Everything in life was so much better after all that. Tony treated you and Ethan equally, same goes for Peter. The other Avengers were nicer, not the kind of nice that was almost fake, but it was genuine. All of them were. And you were thankful.

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I highly doubt anyone’s still waiting for this, it was an unplanned hiatus I’M SO SORRY but I decided to post anyway :))

also I hope this wasn’t underwhelming, that’s one of the reasons why I was hesitant to do this but I hope its good heh (I’ve included the parts from my first post as well, just so it feels like a full fic)

WAIT I ALSO HIT 300 FOLLOWERS? INSANE. THANK YOU. I MEAN IT.

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izayanna · 3 years

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Flowers are indeed beautiful when painted with blood

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Warnings ; angst?? Mentions of blood,sickness,hanahaki disease, not proofread

Characters : Childe x gn! Reader, Keqing (lol)

A/n : Hi! Its my first time making a fic of my favorite character, and i dont know why but I have this urge to create a fic because Im shy in making requests to my favorite authors!! Also pls ignore the mistakes, this is my first time writing so hoping its good? Also i dont know what title should i put so uhhh hehe

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"This is ridiculous"

you said as you stare in the mirror. Tears staining your face, blood and petals all over the bathroom.

"Why is this happening to me"

You grip on your chest tighter as the pain started to grow even worse

"How can I be so dumb"

You knew you were suffering from hanahaki disease. You thought it was just a myth or a foe, but really, you didn't expect yourself to suffer from such a disease. You tried to hold back your tears as the pain keeps on growing

Is this my fault?

Is this what I get in return?

You sat on the bathroom floor and breathed slowly

Is this finally it?

As you closed your eyes you suddenly remember him, your bestfriend, your comrade, your loved one

Ajax...

Ajax, Tartaglia, Childe or whatever you may call him is your bestfriend. He was the first friend you made when you first moved into Liyue. You were minding your own business as you were walking in the streets, walking around exploring the city When suddenly a ginger-haired man bumped into you

"Oh sorry! Didn't see you there"

You were about to say something but as you looked up, He flashed a kind, genuine smile. A smile that you never knew would leave a mark in your head. He let out his hand to help you stand up and you both exchange names

You were indeed starstruck at the ginger-haired, goofy looking man, Eyes that reminded you of the deep ocean blue You were snapped back to reality when he waved a hand infront of you

"Hello? Is there something wrong?"

"N-nothing, I was just thinking about.."

You looked around and saw a restaurant, you invited him to eat lunch with you and he gladly accepted your invitation.

That's where the both of you started to get closer, to everyday hang-outs and nightwalks. To barging into one's house in the middle of the night for some reason, Bringing you to Snezhnaya to meet his family as to where as Teucer took an interest to you and calls you Big Sis. Everything was okay, everything was fine

Until she came...

As you and Ajax were walking by the beach, talking about each other's day, enjoying each other's company

"Hey (name),What do you think of (someone's name)?"

You stopped at your tracks with eyes widened but you turned to face him and gave him a smile

"Well she's alright I guess?"

"She's strong" you're not

"Really pretty" you're not

"And brave" you're not

Childe smiled "really?" And you nodded "Well, I've been thinking of asking her out" And there it was, your heart shattered into pieces and on the verge of crying. But you forced yourself to give Childe a smile "Really? Do you think she would go out with a flirt like you?" You playfully teased him and both of you laughed

As days passed by, Childe spent less time with you and more with her. He would sometimes come to you for advices and help in order to capture her heart and you stupidly helped him

But I was here first you're not strong

I spent more time with you you're not worth it

I was there when you needed help he doesnt care

And here you are now, in the bathroom coughing up petals and blood. Payed no attention as to what is happening outside. You can't even breathe nor talk or walk properly without shaking

You're weak that's why he doesnt want you

You started crying and laughing because you were dumb enough to fall someone who wont even love you back

Childe was aware as to why he hasn't seen you in days. He even asked the fatui or anyone around if they have seen you but all he got was nothing. The girl did confess to him but shockingly, he rejected her (childe playboy/j) because of the feeling of you not around did hurt him

Was he, inlove with you? He thought

"Big Brother! Is Big Sis okay? I miss her so much and I really want to play with her again" Teucer tugged at Childe's coat as to which Childe bent down at his level "Just hold on Teucer okay? Big Brother is going to find Big Sis for you" Childe stood up and told Lumine to assist Teucer for a while

He did go to your house but he was told that you weren't there, So where were you?

You stared at the ceiling with tired and puffy eyes, you can't handle it anymore. "(Name)? Are you done yet? I'm starting to worry here" you heard a knock on the door and slowly you stood up and reached for the door. "Yeah, all good here Keqing" Keqing was your bestfriend, she was the one who told you to move in Liyue because she missed you, and you did too

"My gosh, (Name) you're bleeding!" She said as she quickly wrapped your arm around her and checked the bathroom "what on earth happened here? Wait...don't tell me" She quickly assisted you to the bed and knelt infront of you "(Name), you're suffering from hanahanaki...why didn't you tell me?" She started to tear up but you gave her a smile

"Don't worry Keqing, everything's going to be alright"

"NO! YOU HAVE TO BE CURED ASAP!! (Name) please..."

You looked at her carefully as she held your hands crying.

"But if I get cured, then doesn't that mean I'll never get to feel love again?" And forget about him

"You'll die if you won't get cured"

You started to cough again but this time, even worse. Keqing started to panic and called for help, Your breathing started to become slower as you passed out

I don't know what love is

Its been a year since Childe had last seen you, the thought of you who suddenly went missing won't get off of his mind

Where are you? Why are you still missing? Did I do something wrong?

As he was walking with clouded thoughts, you passed by him laughing along with some person. He quickly turned around and eyes widened, He was out of control when he suddenly grabbed your hand

"(Name)?"

You turned to see a tall ginger - haired man as he was grabbing your wrist

"E-excuse me, have we met before...?"

He was shocked at your response, He thought you were joking as he continued to ask you questions

"I'm sorry but I don't remember being with you...if you could excuse me, I still have some other matters to attend to"

You freed yourself from his grip and walked back to your friend, apologizing for the wait

He was confused, no, he was angry? Sad? Dissapointed? Because how could you forget about him? How could you just disappear on him and suddenly appear without saying anything Why did you forget about him? How could you be so selfish

You were still confused as to why that man had stopped you, but who knows because all you remembered was suffering from something and woke up as if it was just a dream

But that man did felt familiar to you, you did feel something...but what was it? Because you don't remember this feeling at all

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thefanficmonster · 3 years

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idk if u know him but i just found out that technoblade has cancer and now im really sad but it did get me a lil curious to see a small corpse x reader scenario or headcanons where reader announces they have cancer in the midst of playing with corpse and their friends on stream?

Sorry for the long wait dear but here is your request finally fulfilled. Because of my long queue I decided to go for headcanons and I hope you don't mind. If you want a full fic of this concept don't hesitate to let me know ~ XOXO, Vy 💕

Streamer gang & Reader (Gender Neutral)

TW: Mentions of suffering from cancer, Mentions of hospital visits and hospital treatment

- You had been running late for the stream you and the crew had arranged a few days prior - Because of certain problems with the system at you hospital, you had to attend your appointment that day instead of the day before, the timing clashing a bit with the timing of the stream - You sent Rae a quick text that you'd be late for the event, hoping she wouldn't ask why - And luckily she didn't - Truth be told, it's not like you were going to extreme lengths to hide your illness, you just didn't want you friends seeing you differently - Still, however, you were planning to tell them sooner or later - You always made up scenarios in your head of how it would go and only in a few were your news accepted lightly - You hated that you had to risk all those other, far less fortunate alternatives, but it was what it was and you had zero control of how they’d react so you were practically helpless in that field - That being said, you just let out a sigh every time your mind started going down that route - “Hey guys, sorry I’m late. The hospital messed up my appointment which was supposed to be YESTERDAY. So shout out to them, you guys suck. Just kidding, y’all keep me alive.” - Your friends chuckled at your comment, paying no mind to it as anything but a joke - “Time you switch hospitals then.” Toast nudges you jokingly - “Oh trust me, bro, that would be hella more complicated than just making appointments in my local one. All my paperwork, records, medical history, everything’s there. I can just about imagine how much of it would be lost if I moved.” - Corpse scoffs, amused, “Damn, you make it sound like you’re in and out of the hospital more than I am.” - You playfully roll your eyes even though he can’t see me, “Yeah, well having cancer does that to a person.” - The call goes quiet for a few moments, making you think back to what you just said, turning pale as a ghost, all you blood running cold - “Fuck-” Corpse is the first one to speak up, “That’s fucking horrible.” - “Why didn’t you tell us?” Rae follows him up, voice equally as concerned as Corpse’s, both of them clearly rattled by your confession - As is the rest of the game lobby - You fidget with your hands, your eyes stinging with sudden hot tears that are threatening to spill but you refuse to let them - The last thing you were expecting when imagining the aforementioned scenarios was crying - You thought you had come to terms with it long ago to the point where you can even joke about it but turns out you were wrong - “I-” You begin to speak but stutter because of the knot in your throat, “I didn’t want you guys to...pity me or see me any differently. I-..I wouldn’t be able to stand even you treating me like I’m fragile and overthinking everything you say in my presence.” - Your response is answered by another moment of silence before your racing mind is put to a slight ease by Corpse’s voice travelling through your headset - “Nothing will change, Y/N.” He says, tone still shaky but at least steadier than before, “You’re still the most badass impostor among us.” He pauses, “Pun was not intended, but I truly mean it.” - “Yeah, you’re still the same and so are we, this changes nothing.” Toast says reassuringly. - “However!” Rae interrupts, causing your heart to drop, “Do you promise to never again keep us in the dark about things going on in your life? We’re your friends and we wanna be there for you, don’t keep our hands tied.” - Your heart rose and dropped yet again but did so under the effect of a completely different emotion than before - joy - The tears prickling your eyes are now happy tears, ones you hadn’t let out in years - “I promise.” You say with a sniffle, “And one more thing...” - “Yeah?” Corpse says - “Thank you.”

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jeonfiles · 3 years

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better left unsaid - jjk

genre: angst, rebounds

pairings: jungkook x reader (ft. namjoon)

warnings: arguing, alcohol, profanity, break ups, light smut, use of drugs, jungkook is a fucking dick, jungkook has major attachment issues, toxic relationships, oc cries a lot, namjoon has a heart of gold, unrequited love

synopsis: you knew you shouldnt have given him that second chance, not the third or the fourth either. no matter how much you try he always slithers his way underneath your sheets, arms wrapped around you.

word count: 2.7k

music: into your arms, so it ends?, you will fade, thinkin bout you, julia, my insecurities not yours, fuck u, goodluck, my dear i will think of you

note: uhh ive never written a y/n fic so bare with me, if u listen to the music you’ll be able to feel the story a lot more so yeah if u have time u should, not proof read

Light coming through the cracks of the blinds, making you squint your eyes when the daylight beams into your eyes, head resting on the kitchen island Looking up, you saw the clock ticking on the wall, 11:32 am.

You had stayed up till 5 am, waiting for him to come home, but seemingly, he never did. Reaching for your phone, you saw 4 missed calls from the one and only,

Jeon Jungkook, saved in your phone as “Koo <3″, Rows of messages too, all from the same contact.

Koo <3 [05:34 am]

baby pkck me up pleseee

im so wsated

Koo <3 [06.46am]

dont be mad at me jsut pick me up

i dont knw hewere the fuck i am

i love you

Koo <3 [07:31 am]

i got a rde home i’ll be home by 12

i need to talk to someone frsit

im sorry if i woke ypu dont be worried

You took a few moments to collect your thoughts, but there wasn’t much to collect. This whole thing, was a routine by now.

Standing up to make yourself a cup of coffee, you could literally not feel your own backside, you were so sore from the barstool you had been sitting on all night, and it made you groan in pain.

Two coffee cups right beside the kitchen sink, which you couldn’t bring yourself to clean up, because it was from the last time you had coffee together, which was 2 weeks ago.

The inside of the cup had a coffee crust at the top, and both your lip tint marks on the outside.

When you finish your cup of coffee while watching a bad telenovela, you go sit in your favorite chair and pull out a few books from the backpack hanging on the chair next to you, getting ready to get some studying done.

For a few seconds you imagine Jungkook hanging over your shoulder laughing at the way you write your A-s and R-s, or the way you always sign your homework at the bottom of the page.

And when you open them, there’s no one there. The only sound is from the refrigerator, making refrigerator noises.

You had met Jungkook 3 years ago, when you were at college orientation, senior year of high school. He also wanted to attend Yonsei, just like you.

And when he whispered to you about how bored he was, you couldn’t help but giggle, and then you got yelled at.

It was worth it though, because everyone was jealous of you afterwards,the Jeon Jungkook had talked to you.

Jungkook was an all-rounder as they called it; great physique, intelligent, charismatic and great at sports.

And god, he had a beautiful face, and such a filthy mouth, and it didn’t go long before you gave in to his seductive ways and slept with him. The morning after, he wasn’t in bed with you, and your heart sank.

Luckily, he was in the kitchen making you breakfast.

It was all bliss from there, showering you with love, gifts and kisses for two years, and you even ended up moving in together.

And now? You barely remember what he sounds like, smells like and is like.

A distant memory, just as distant as him.

Your train of thought was suddenly interrupted as you heard 3 knocks on your door. The exact same way he had always knocked when he had forgotten (or lost) his keys.

And even though you should have let him suffer a little, you rushed to the door to open it, and in front of you, was your biggest nightmare.

It was your love, crying his eyes out, bleeding from one of many cuts on his face, looking nearly dead. He collapsed into your arms, and you could only utter a few words, along the lines of:

“How could you do this to us?”

As he was laying curled up in a ball on the couch, face plastered up, ice bag on his knee, wrapped up in a blanket, you realized. this was your que to cry.

So, you did. You cried in silence, sitting across the room from him. You weren’t mad at him for coming home late, or getting in another fight, probably the 5th just these past months, you had gotten used to that by now.

There was a whole other reason that made you cry.

He smelled like Victorias Secret Bombshell, you recognized the scent because it used to be your favorite, however, now you’ve moved onto something less sweet, and more elegant, like Caroline Herrera.

He smelled like someone who wasn’t you, his girlfriend.

He smelled like another girl.

It didn’t hurt as much as you thought it would. Maybe because the Jungkook that had come home to you that morning wasn’t your Jungkook.

Your Jungkook was varsity jackets, star of the american football team (which your school was known for), selfless and humorous, and he would always take care of you.

Your Jungkook was not ungroomed hair, cigarettes and worsening grades. He was not cold and lifeless, and he would never make you cry.

Despite this, you were carding your fingers though his hair, thumb wiping away the blood on his lips while he was sound asleep as you slowly fell asleep next to him.

Maybe it was time to let him go.

Maybe.

You woke a few hours later from your phone vibrating.

Kim Namjoon (school) [07:01 pm]

Hey Y/N! Have you started working on the statistics assignment?

If you haven’t, would you be interested in meeting at the library tomorrow? You’re really smart and i’m kinda struggling ://

You [07:03 pm]

i finished it yesterday, but if you buy me coffee i’ll come help you hehe

Kim Namjoon (school) [07:04 pm]

You’re the best, I’ll bring you a machiatto!! :D

Maybe it would be nice for you to get out of the house, even though you hate the thought of it, and you would much rather just swim in your own sorrow.

But you did go out the next day, and you helped Namjoon get a decent grade, enough to pass with good margines, he thanked you by taking you out for ramen at a convenial store not too far away.

You thanked him for the ramen with a trip to the museum, and he thanked you for the museum trip with a picnic in the park at night, which led you to crying over Jungkook in his embrace, telling him every single little detail.

He made you realize it was time to let Jungkook go and make room for new people to enter your life.

You went home that night, and you found Jungkook passed out on the couch, and you could genuienly feel your chest tighten. Soft features which stood out under the moonlight glow, disheveled brown locks which hung down in his eyes.

He was gorgeous, until you saw the credit card on the table next to three bottles of soju and an empty beer can on the floor. And you knew what he had used the credit card for, though you didn’t want to say it out loud.

You cleaned everything up, and you threw the residue of the white powder right in the trash can, and you recycled his bottles and cans before finally, nudging him to wake up.

“Jungkook, wake up.” You spat coldly, or at least you attempted to.

He groaned, rubbing his eyes before opening his eyes, and s huge smile on his face. “Y/N, you’re home!” He reached to kiss you, but you backed away.

“Y/N?” Jungkook questioned, he didn’t quite understand what your intentions were.

“Don’t try anything Jungkook. This was your last chance, and you fucked it up, again.” The room turned ice cold. “I’m getting you help Jungkook, you need help. And then...”

He understood what kind of help you meant, and since he had now sobered up, he agreed, nodding. “And then...?”

“And then.” Your words were ludged in your throat. “And then I’m leaving you.”

His whole face dropped, smile turned into the frowniest frown you had ever seen, and it was all silent before his lower lip starts trembling, and his eyes start turning glassy.

“It’s alright. Sorry for burdening you.” Was all he could say before tears rushed down his cheeks, and he started shaking.

So you did what you always had done, and you wrapped your arms around him, head resting on your chest as he sobbed.

“Is there anyone else?” he cried out before another wave of sobs hit him.

This exact question made your stomach hurt, and your throat burn. You really had no idea.

Or you did, but you didn’t want to.

You loved Jungkook so much, but you couldn’t be with him in this state. So you did what every rational person would do in this situation.

“Yeah.”

You lied.

“Oh ok. I don’t have the right to be mad do I?”

You shake your head no.

“I love you Y/N. I’m sorry I’m so messed up.”

“It’s ok.” was all he said before he fell asleep in your arms again.

That night you slither your way out of his embrace and you pack your suitcase in the dark, bringing all your essentials, trying to be as quiet as possible so you didn’t wake Jungkook.

Packing enough for two weeks or so, you make the bed and leave your t-shirt “accidentally” in the bathroom, and you make sure all his clothes are folded, and then you sort his pencil case, throwing out old pens and worn out erasers.

You leave a grocery list on the counter, and you tuck him in good under the blankets after you took his jeans and socks off so he could sleep comfortably.

You placed his vitamins and medicine by the refrigerator so he’ll see it when he goes to grab something to eat.

Puffed up pillows, a pair of sweatpants, t-shirt and underwear is now placed neatly on his bed. Then you walk into the kitchen again, and you see Jungkook still sound asleep, sniffling a little still.

There’s one last thing, and it makes you cry. It makes you sob so loud you cover your mouth and muffle the sound you make. Sinking to the floor, your whole body is in contact with the cold tiles.

Only a year ago you could never imagine yourself even shedding a single tear over something as small as this, but here you were, on the edge of a panic attack.

Two worn out, matching couple mugs still placed by the counter. one if the first things you two had bought together, as well as the necklace hanging around your neck.

Finally, you stopped crying and started cleaning the mugs, lip trembling as you dried them and placed them in the back of the cabinet.

You unhooked your necklace and laid it down on the counter, and the biggest lump formed in your throat.

Actually, there’s a little detail you forget.

You kiss Jungkook on the forehead and leave a note on the coffee table.

“Dear Jungkook,

If you want to make this up to me (this does not mean a new chance!!) you call the number at the bottom of the page. No matter what happens, I’ll always have room for you in my heart. You even have your own little VIP lobby in there. And - if it’s urgent, call. I still care for you, and I always have. You were the best boyfriend I’ve had, but good things always come to and end, don’t they? Anyways, I’m tired so this letter fucking sucks, but deep down you know how much I love you. Remember to get groceries, shower, get fresh air and study. If I forgot something you can keep it, as long as you call the number and tell them you’re my friend. They’ll help you love. Try and get a part time job too, your student loan and your dad’s money won’t last forever. Good luck Koo. Hwaiting!!

-L/N Y/N <33″

You cringe when you think of the letter’s contents, before you roll out your suitcase out of the front door, whispering a faint “Goodnight Love.” as you close and lock the door behind you.

Standing by the elevator, you cry again. This time, louder, but you still reach for your phone and type out a text to the newly edited contact in your phone.

You [02:13 am]

coming outside now, im a crying mess and im super cold, is your car heated?

sorry for making you wait btw :((

Joonie <3 [02:13 am]

dont worry about the crying part, i’ll hold you. and yeah car is heated, so waiting here wasnt all that bad. you ready for this?

You [02:14 am]

i have no idea but i cant stay here any longer and i trust you sooo

lets start our new chapter. eh?

4 months later...

He had been good to you, great even.

You had been on expensive dates, picnics, had heart to heart conversations, and he’d been so understanding.

Today, it was your 2 month anniversary, and he had asked you on a magnificent date, which he had planned every second of.

At the end of the day, you told him how you don’t love him. He said it was alright. Namjoon loved you, so much, yet he understood you needed time.

You went to sleep that day, warm in Namjoon’s embrace, wondering how Jungkook was doing.

You felt bad, but you missed Jungkook.

You were both with someone new now, and you knew he was in good hands with someone stable enough to care for him.

Before your eyes closed shut, you shed a few quiet tears and hoped that you’d fall in love with Namjoon soon, and deep down you knew you would.

#jungkook x reader #jungkook angst #namjoon smut #jungkook ff #bts ff #bts imagines #bts scenarios #namjoon ff #bangtan smut #jungkook #jeon jeongguk #jeongguk ff

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sturchling · 3 years

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Hey, I was wondering if you could do a story of marinette moving to Gotham.

And going to gotham academy and having her own boutique. Damienette pairing. Cat noir salt. You dont have to if u dont want too.

Sorry for the long wait, work has been keeping me super busy lately. I hope you like this and it was worth the wait! I had a hard time trying to work in the Chat Noir salt, so its more like Adrien salt. Let me know what you think!

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Marinette was tired of Lila and her lies. She was tired of Adrien’s refusal to help defend her from the liar. And she was tired of everyone believing the liar over Marinette. Most of the school now believed that Marinette was a horrible bully that had been attacking Lila since she arrived. Marinette had been removed as class rep and was constantly given detention by Mr. Damocles. Marinette’s parents have been very supportive, and now realized that Lila was just a malicious liar. But even with their support, it had become to much for Marinette and she knew it was time to leave Paris.

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Her parents were hesitant when she brought up the idea. Marinette had found a study abroad program where she could attend Gotham academy, hosted by Bruce Wayne himself. She discussed it with her parents, really hoping to convince them. They were obviously concerned for a number of reasons. The main one being the crime rate in Gotham. They knew that Marinette needed to get away from Paris, that things had gotten bad in the city for her. But they didn’t want to send her to a dangerous city where she could be hurt or killed. But after speaking with Marinette for several hours, they started to realize how excited Marinette was for the opportunity. While they were still worried, they knew this was the right place for Marinette. And they were comforted that if she was accepted, she would be hosted by and staying with Bruce Wayne. His manor is one of the safest places in the city. So, they agreed with Marinette that she could apply the program.

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So Marinette applied to the study abroad program. She didn’t tell anyone at the school, not like anyone in the class was speaking to her anyway. She waited anxiously for news from the program, hoping to hear that she had been accepted. The longer she didn’t hear anything, the more anxious she became. She was sure that she had been rejected and they just hadn’t told her. Marinette had just got back from a particularly bad day at school, when she noticed she had a new email. An email from the study abroad program. She raced to open the email, and started cheering when she read the line We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted into the Gotham Academy Study Abroad Program. Marinette raced downstairs and told her parents the news. The email said that she would be expected in Gotham by the end of the month. It went on to explain details of the program. That night the Dupain-Cheng family celebrated, and began preparing for Marinette’s departure.

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The last month of Marinette’s time in Paris seemed to drag on and on. Everyday she had to listen to Lila’s lie all day long and the whole class fawn over here. She had to endure Lila accusing her of bullying almost daily and almost daily detentions. But finally, it was her final day at the Dupont. She was almost giddy as she walked to Mr. Damocles’ office with her parents. When she entered the office and Mr. Damocles saw her, he just sighed. “What did you do now Miss Dupain-Cheng?” Then he saw her parents in the office and straightened up. “I didn’t do anything Mr. Damocles. I never did anything Lila accused me of, but I know you will never believe me on that. We are just here to get my academic records and inform you that I will no longer be attending this school after today.” Mr. Damocles was flustered by the sudden declaration. “What do you mean you won’t be attending anymore? Where are you going?” Mr. Dupain stepped forward, barely containing his contempt for this man who had been helping to make his daughter miserable. “Marinette will be studying abroad in America for the next year at least. Now, give us the academic records.” Mr. Damocles stuttered for a while, wondering how such a bully got accepted to such an amazing program. But soon, the Dupain-Chengs got the records from him and were on their way.

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Marinette went down to the locker room with her parents and started emptying her locker. Class hadn’t started yet so, everyone was still in the locker room. They were confused when Marinette started emptying her locker. Adrien, who was about the only person that still talked to Marinette from time to time, approached the young designer. “Marinette? What are you doing?” Marinette didn’t look at any of them, continuing to empty her locker as she responded. “I am emptying my locker. Starting Monday, I will no longer be here for school. I am transferring to Gotham Academy.” The class stood in shock, they never expected Marinette to leave. Sure they were happy that Lila would be able to come to school in peace, but it would be weird without Marinette here. They just stood in shocked silence, as Marinette finished with her locker and walked out with her parents.

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Adrien was shocked by Marinette’s decision. Why would she leave? He knew things had been tough for her lately, but he had kept telling her that it would get better soon. Soon the class would realize that Lila was a liar. That she just had to wait a little longer. But Marinette had clearly given up and was running away. That wasn’t like Marinette at all. When he had the chance, Adrien was going to go pay her a visit in Gotham and convince her to return.

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Marinette was already loving Gotham. She had been met at the airport by Alfred who brought her to the manor. Mr. Wayne was very nice and introduced her to his children as well. Marinette was the same age as Damian and would be in the same class as him as well. Damian had expected to be irritated by this girl when he was first informed of their guest. But to his surprise, he didn’t find her presence as repulsive as everyone else.

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Weeks went by and Marinette was having a wonderful time. She had made some wonderful friends in her class, though she was nervous to try and make friends after Mrs. Bustier’s class. But she was welcomed warmly by her new class. Her and Damian had also grown close over the weeks. They had started dating recently, and would often spend their time together quietly working on their different craft projects; Marinette working on her designs, and Damian working on his most recent painting. The Waynes were shocked at the change Marinette had caused in the youngest Wayne. Damian was still a very reserved person, but he was considerably warmer to Marinette and had started to act warmer to his family as well.

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While Marinette wasn’t aware of it, her departure brought about Lila’s downfall. Lila hadn’t been at school recently, on a ‘diplomatic trip to Achu’, and because of that, she didn’t know Marinette left Paris. So when she came back, she was planning on making her next attack against Marinette’s reputation. She used makeup to make fake bruises and called up her tears as she entered the classroom. The class was horrified to see their friend crying and injured. They raced forward and asked Lila what happened. “It was horrible. As soon as I returned to the city last night, Marinette was waiting for me outside my home. She was so mad that she got detention for a week when I told Mr. Damocles that she had stolen my book. She beat me up and said if I ever said anything I would regret it! I am so scared!” Lila was proud of this performance. It was probably one of her best performances yet. But when she looked up at the class, she was surprised to see that the class was staring at her doubtfully.

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Alya, feeling dread in her stomach, asked “Are you sure it was Marinette last night? No chance it was someone else?” Lila, irritated that they were questioning her, didn’t notice the tension in the room. “Of course it was Marinette. I saw her face and there is no way it was anyone else last night.” Nino, who was now realizing that this could mean that Marinette was right and that Lila was a liar, asked “What do you mean Marinette attacked you last night? Marinette moved to Gotham almost two weeks ago. She couldn’t have attacked you last night.” Now Lila was horrified. This was a major mistake. Lila was trying to back pedal, and figure a way out of this mess, but the class had realized at this point that Lila was lying and that she had probably been lying before when Marinette was still here. The class started to yell at Lila as they realized that she had been lying to them all this time. Lila raced from the room, not wanting to face the class. The class quickly tried to reach out to Marinette, to apologize and ask her to come home, but the number they had for her had been disconnected. Adrien was disappointed that Marinette hadn’t told anyone her new number, not even him. He was going to go to Gotham soon and try to convince her to come back. He was sure their Everyday Ladybug would be willing to come back.

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One day, weeks after Lila’s exposure, Damian and Marinette were sitting in the garden just relaxing. After watching Marinette work on a new design, Damian said, “Marinette, you should really try to open a boutique. Your work is terrific and you would be very successful.” Marinette seemed shocked for a moment. “You really think I should? I wouldn’t even know where to start. And how would I afford a building? I don’t think I could do it.” Marinette continued to anxiously ramble, until Damian came to stand in front of Marinette. “Marinette, Angel, breathe. I am sure you would do wonderfully. And as for the building, my father has multiple buildings in the city that he isn’t using. I am sure he would allow you to set up in one of them.” After more convincing, Marinette agreed to at least ask Bruce about it. When they approached Bruce, he was very willing to help Marinette set up her first boutique. He had seen the girl’s designs and knew that she would be a major success. Marinette felt bad about just taking one of his buildings and accepting his help with getting everything she needed for the boutique, but she accepted when Bruce told her to consider it a loan if that made her more comfortable. Then, they immediately started setting up her boutique.

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After about a month, everything was set up and Marinette’s boutique had opened under the name MDC. She was an instant success and quickly became very busy with several orders from big name clients. As time went on, Marinette began to feel like Gotham was her home. One day, after she had closed the boutique and was leaving with Damian to go on a date, they were approached by a familiar face. “Adrien?” Adrien smiled and approached her. “Hi Marinette.” Damian sensing the tension, stepped closer to Marinette. “Who is this Marinette?” Adrien looked at the boy standing next to Marinette and didn’t recognize him at all. “Damian, this is Adrien, someone I knew in Paris. Adrien, this is my boyfriend Damian.” That took Adrien by surprise, but he moved past it. He was sure that Marinette would leave this Damian and come back to Paris where she belonged.

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“So what are you doing here Adrien?” Adrien smiled again, “I am here to bring you home Marinette! Lila has been found out and she is gone. You don’t have to keep hiding here in Gotham. You can come home and back to the class. Everything can go back to normal.” Marinette just stared at him, as Damian started to get angry. Adrien didn’t pick up on the tension. “So come on. Lets go get your things. We can fly back to Paris in the morning.” Adrien tried to grab her arm, but Marinette moved back, avoiding him. “I’m sorry Adrien, but I’m not going back. I am really happy here. I still have months with the study abroad program and may stay here permanently if I can. I have friends who wouldn’t leave me for a liar. Damian is here. And my boutique is doing really well. I am not ready to go back to Paris.” Adrien just rolled his eyes. “Come on Marinette, you have friends in Paris, and you can set up a new boutique in Paris. Its no big deal. So come on, lets go.” Adrien once again tried to grab at Marinette’s arm, this time Damian got in his way and shoved him back. “Marinette said she didn’t want to go with you so that is that. You should go now, you have embarrassed yourself enough.” Adrien glared at Damian, angry that he was getting in his way. “I am not leaving. Not until Marinette tells me to, so stay out of this.” Marinette stepped out from behind Damian, looking more confident then Adrien ever remembered seeing her. “Adrien you should leave. I am happy here and I am not going back to Paris. My ‘friends’ in Paris turned their backs on me because of the liar’s pretty words. My friends here would never do that to me. Now please leave.” Adrien was shocked, and didn’t move. Damian rolled his eyes and guided Marinette around Adrien and back to the manor.

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Adrien went back to Paris, alone, the day after his conversation with Marinette. He was surprised that Marinette wouldn’t come back with him. Mrs. Bustier’s class was sad when Adrien came back without Marinette. They had hoped she would come back, but unlike Adrien, they knew the chances were slim. While they were sad that Marinette was gone and that they had chased off such a good friend, they were happy that she had found a place that she could live happily. They tried to move on, hoping that one day they may get the chance to apologize to Marinette in person.

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Marinette stayed in Gotham after her conversation with Adrien. She finished her year with the study abroad program and then decided to live in Gotham permanently, with her parents blessing. She continued to stay at the manor, living happily with the Waynes. She continued using the horse miraculous to go back and forth to Paris for the akumas and soon revealed her identity to the Waynes once she realized they were the Batfam. Her boutique continued to be a major success. Her life had improved in every way it could. She was surrounded by true friends, she had a boyfriend who truly cared for her, her fashion business had started with great success, and she didn’t have to deal with the liar anymore. She was the happiest she had been in a long time, and she intended to be this happy for the rest of her life in Gotham.

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manonblaqkbeak · 3 years

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Friendship Rekindled

Hello, back for Day 10--single parents. This is the second part of a mini series during canon week. this is continuing off from Day 1--desperately in love. there’s going to be two more parts and i cant wait to get them out there!

i think this could be considered a little angsty, given some of the conversation topics that happen.

cw: brief mention of death and blood loss. mention of an abusive parent. (if i miss any, pls dont hesitate to let me know!)

enjoy! :)

2.9k words (my longest fic yet i believe)

It was nice to be finally out of the house, Aelin decided as she walked up to the nursery, her five month old daughter, Olive, strapped to her chest. After being cooped up for what felt like the last five months, Aelin had decided to liven up her apartment with some plants.

Hardy, un-killable plants, that is. Being a single mother didn't leave her much time to look after other things, so she needed some plants that required minimal water, but also had to be pretty to look at.

It was also a plus that there was a cafe attached to the nursery, and she heard that they served the best scones with homemade strawberry jam and cream in Orynth. All her life she had never come here, but she needed somewhere new to visit. And to reacquaint herself with her home town. Not long after Rowan and Lyria's wedding, Aelin had transferred to Rifthold for work, and had used the miles apart to quietly disappear from their lives.

That was four years ago now, and come back home to be closer to her parents. Aelin had never known her grandparents, and Aelin didn't want to deny her parents the privilege of knowing Olive, so she had transferred back just before she went on maternity leave. Aelin was happy to be back, especially since she hadn't seen Rowan or Lyria. The last she heard was from Elide, who got it from Lorcan, that a year after marriage, they were expecting. She was happy for them, she truly was, but that didn't stop the stab of pain she felt when she heard the news. She had dreamt of her being in Lyria's position for a few weeks after she heard the news, but forced herself to stop. To move on.

Aelin had, in a way. She would always love Rowan, but she needed to move on. It was wrong to consider her daughter a distraction, but she did provide the perfect one. Aelin briefly removed her lemon printed bucket-hat (Aelin wore a matching one) to kiss her head, her golden hair sparse, laughing her perfect baby laugh.

Aelin finally entered the nursery, tugging her nappy bag higher on her shoulder as she took in the hundreds of plants. She had no idea where to start, but started her browse. She slowly walked through the fern section, stopping every now and then to let Olive touch one, making the cute hand grabbing motion when she saw one she liked.

Aelin heard the laughter of a young child behind her, and then a deep and familiar one accompany it.

Aelin froze. It couldn't be. Surely the Gods weren't that cruel. Months she had been here, for the first time in ages she had decided to do something for herself, only to be met by that damned laughter.

Slowly she turned, her sandals making the gravel underneath crunch. She saw a flash of silver and a broad body.

Turning around had been a mistake, because when she did, so did the silver-haired man.

And for the first time in four years, turquoise eyes landed on pine-green ones.

Rowan blinked, and then blinked again as he took her in. His eyes widened as he noticed Olive strapped to her body, her face on display as she took in her surroundings. Her baby had the chocolate brown eyes of her father, but it was clear to anyone that knew Aelin that Olive was hers. Her daughter had Aelin's nose and hair colour, and would likely grow to have more of Aelin's features as the years went by.

Behind Rowan, his cousin Enda was holding the hand of a brown-haired boy. It was difficult to tell his exact age, but he looked to be about three. If Rowan was here with his son, then it was a good chance that Lyria would be here, too. The woman was a flower enthusiast, and was practically a walking encyclopedia when it came to flowers. Any questions anyone had, they went to Lyria.

Aelin really did not want to be here. Did not want to have that conversation of why the hell she had left and dropped all communication with them after the wedding.

Aelin hated it, but she adverted her gaze and started to leave. She would have to come here another day—maybe after she called the office to make sure that there was no silver-haired man in attendance.

“Aelin,” Rowan said, his voice raspy from surprise. Gods, she missed his deep voice and the rolling purr of his accent.

Aelin pretended that she didn't hear and made a beeline for the exit. Rowan called her again, and then a third time. Just as she reached the gate, his warm hand landed on her shoulder gently. His hands were still calloused, his hands always doing some type of manual labour work. She wondered briefly if he was still an auto mechanic.

Turning around, Aelin noted the shock in his dark eyes. She gave him a weak smile, not sure what to say.

“What are you—I mean, how are you? Where have you been?”

“I'm good,” Aelin answered after a moment, not really sure how else to respond. “I've been around. What about you?” Somehow, these questions didn't feel like the right ones to ask. Before Rowan could say anything, Olive made herself known, making grunting sounds that meant she wanted attention, so Aelin kissed her hand and said to Rowan, “This is Olive.”

Rowan's eyes dropped down to Olive. “Is she yours?”

Aelin snorted, a sound she hadn't made in so long. It was something she often did around Rowan—or used to, that is. “No, I bought her from the store. Yes, she's mine.”

Rowan's eyes dropped lower, to her ring finger—her empty ring finger. There had never been a ring there. Aelin's traitorous eyes drifted to Rowan's and her heart stopped when she noticed that his ring finger was bare as well—that there was no tan line to suggest that he had only recently removed it.

“I'm doing this on my own,” Aelin found herself saying after a moment.

“As am I,” Rowan said. Aelin cocked her head to the side, annoyed at herself for being curious. “Lyria...Lyria passed away three years ago.”

Aelin's heart shot up to her throat, choking her. Years ago, Aelin had horribly wished that the ring Rowan had purchased was secretly for her and was heartbroken when it wasn't. In her loneliest moments, she had wished that Rowan and Lyria would break up and somehow find his way to her in Rifthold; but never, never-ever in a million years would she ever have wanted this to happen.

Why the hell hadn't Elide told her? Or anyone else for that matter?

Aelin found her voice after long minutes of just staring at him, processing his words. “Rowan, I am so rutting sorry. I had no idea. Are you...are you okay?”

“I have my good and bad days”. He pointed to the brown-haired boy with Enda, who were both busy inspecting each leaf and flower petal in front of them. “That's Egan, he's a plant lover like his mother.”

Aelin couldn't really see him, but she still said, “He's adorable.”

“He is, and a little terror,” Rowan said, a small smile on his tanned face. After a moment, he turned back to her, and asked, “Are you...doing anything? I'd like to talk, it's been a long time since we have.”

She should say no, but she ended up saying yes.

Taking a deep breath, she followed Rowan back inside the nursery and to the cafe.

X X X X X X

It was turning out to be an ordinary Saturday when Rowan had needed to get out of the house, so he asked Egan if he wanted to go to the nursery and his son had enthusiastically agreed, asking if Uncle Enda could join them. Thankfully, his cousin was free and more than happy to spend time with his nephew.

Never in a million years did he think he would run into Aelin. He had heard the rumours that she transferred back to the publishing house and that was it; there was no mention of her being pregnant. But when Rowan looked up and spotted Aelin, and his eyes immediately dropped to the baby strapped to her chest, his heart had stopped.

He had once wished to have that life with Aelin, exploring the world with their child, one that had Aelin's hair and his eyes; but Rowan never told Aelin how he felt because he knew how badly her last relationship ended, and he didn't want to put any unnecessary stress on her if she didn't feel the same way. Didn't want there to be any chance to ruin their friendship.

And so, he had moved on. Had started dating Lyria and came to love her, but not the same way as he loved Aelin. And when Rowan proposed, he had only done it because his parents were getting older and wanted him to get married, wanted him to have a grandchild.

It was cruel irony that they had both died before Lyria had even given birth.

He was bastard, and he hated himself. Lyria was kind, sweet and gentle—and deserved someone better than him, should have been with a man that truly wanted to marry her for her and not because of family pressures. But he never stopped himself from their relationship moving forward.

But he was doing better, thanks to therapy, because while he may have been a bastard, he didn't want his son to know that. Maybe it made him a bastard to hide this part of himself to his son, but his son was gentle like his mother and Rowan loathed the idea of Egan growing up to hate him.

And as Rowan asked Enda to take Egan home, Rowan could see that Enda thought that this lunch was a bad idea—Rowan had confessed his secrets to his cousin long ago, how he loved Aelin even when he was married to Lyria. How he had wanted that life with her instead.

Rowan knew that he was going to be on the end of a scolding conversation when he got back to his house, but he told Enda that it was going to be okay and that he was fine and could handle this.

Enda sighed heavily through his nose and muttered a 'good luck' under his breath. Rowan planted a kiss of Egan's head and told him that he would be home soon. His son was too excited to spend time with his Uncle to really notice.

When Rowan returned to Aelin's side, they soon found a nice spot in the cafe that was away from others.

It was...painfully awkward for a good while. They only spoke to order their food—scones with jam and cream with a side dish of seasonal fruits for Aelin, and a steak sandwich with fries for Rowan—and then lapsed back into silence.

They ate in silence, too, and Rowan wondered if maybe this was a tremendously bad idea when Aelin said, softly but not weakly, “What happened to Lyria?”

Taking a deep breath, Rowan swirled his fries in the mustard on his plate. He hated this part. “She passed away not long after giving birth. She hemorrhaged and bleed out too quickly for anything to be done. Egan never really got to meet her.”

“I'm sorry,” Aelin said, doing her best to speak over the lump in her throat, “that's horrible. I'm so sorry.”

Years later and Rowan still never really knew what to say to that. Needing to distract himself, he asked, “So, what's your story?”

Before she could say anything, Olive started crying, and without a seconds hesitation, Aelin started feeding her. Some people stared in disapproval and Aelin stared right back, unflinching. He knew that if someone said something, she would spit back. It never made sense to Rowan how people frowned upon breastfeeding. A small smile made its way to Rowan's mouth at the steely look in her stunning eyes. That was the Aelin he knew and loved.

When the strangers turned back around, Aelin looked back at him, the steel in her eyes softening. “I briefly dated my high school boyfriend, Sam, for a while back in Rifthold, and well...the condom broke and Olive made her appearance.” Not the most elegant way to describe the situation, but Aelin figured she had years to think of a better way to explain Olive's appearance if her daughter ever asked.

“And he wants no part of it?” He had no right to ask, but the question left his mouth before he could stop it.

Aelin sighed, and finished feeding Olive and cleaning themselves up before responding. “It's complicated...Sam's father, Arobynn, is a cruel man. He's manipulative and sadistic, but knows how to turn on the charm when it suits him. Sam has been scared of him his entire life, and didn't want Olive to know the fear that he did. So, every month Sam sends money, but he's not on the birth certificate—he doesn't want there to be any paper trails leading to Olive's existence. I had to convince him that it was safer to transfer me the money than to send it through the mail. I send him pictures from time to time, but whether he saves them, I have no idea.” Not to mention the miserable length of the conversation of sending money electronically. Sam was so damned paranoid that Arobynn checked his accounts that Aelin had almost told him not to bother to send anything when he relented. Aelin could provide Olive well enough on her own, but it was helpful to have that extra bit of cash—baby things were expensive as hell.

Aelin bit her lip. She hadn't meant to divulge that much, no one knew that, not even her best friends, but she didn't regret it. It felt...like a weight had been lifted off her shoulders.

“That's awful, Aelin, I'm sorry to hear that.”

“I just...” She probably shouldn't ask, but out of everyone she knew, none of them were single parents. “Has Egan ever asked about his mother? What do you say to that?”

“He's asked a few times, and I've told him that she passed away when he was little, but I don't think he fully understands what I'm talking about.” Those conversations were the hardest that he ever had to go through, and he knew it would be worst when Egan grew and fully understood what death meant.

“I have no idea what I'll tell Olive when she's older and asks about her dad,” Aelin admitted. “It's not like he's gone, but he is absent and I just...what if she grows up to think he hates her? I think that would kill me if she ever thought that.”

Without thinking, Rowan reached over and too her hand in his. Her hand was soft in his, and he swiped his thumb against her knuckles. “You have a good few years to worry about that. Who knows,” he added, “maybe Sam will be able to get out from his father's shadows and you three can be a family.”

A small smile made its way to Aelin's face. She was more beautiful then he remembered, and he wasn't sure if he should feel guilty for thinking that.

“I like the sound of that, but I'm not going to get my hopes up. I'd like to think that I can do this on my own.”

“You can, but if you'd like...if you ever need help with something, if you need someone to look after Olive, I could do that for you.”

Silver lined Aelin's eyes as she watched him. “Are you sure? I wouldn't want to intrude.”

“That's what friends are for, aren't they? To help?” And as a single parent himself, he knew how hard it could be raising a child in this hectic world.

Aelin's smile grew. “Okay, I'll keep that in mind. And if we're friends, could you help me find some plants? I'm sick of looking at my boring walls.”

“Okay, I know the perfect ones for you to get—ones that are practically impossible to kill.”

“I'm going to ignore that implication that I can't look after a plant.” Although it was true.

Rowan snorted. “Because you can't. I remember that poor aloe Vera plant that you slaughtered.”

Aelin narrowed her eyes, but he could see just a hint of mirth behind the glare. “I did not slaughter that plant, it just didn't like me!”

Rowan laughed and it was the most freeing sound he made in a long time. After he calmed down, he said, “Come on, let's finish here and I'll help you to liven up your place.”

“Fine, but I better not hear anything about my poor gardening skills or I'll let down your tires.” And she would, he knew, but Rowan just smiled even more.

“It's a deal.”

The conversation moved much more smoothly and Rowan realised how much he missed her. And Aelin realised how much she missed him, too.

Maybe things wouldn't be too bad after-all. It would be nice to have Rowan in her life again, even as a friend, even if she still loved him and knew it could never be, not after everything.

#rowaelin #rowaelinmonth #my work

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jungcherie · 3 years

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The Flower and The Hummingbird

—𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀: balletdancer!jungwoo x ballerina!reader ft. bestfriend!haechan and renjun

—𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍: 11K

—𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗋𝖾: ballet!au, enemies to lovers, angst,

—𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌: injuries, alcohol consumption, smoking, mentions of death, divorce, suicidal thoughts(?)

—𝗌𝗎𝗆𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗒: One night you meet one of the best dancers you've ever seen, but you didn't expect him to be an idiot. You were hoping you would never see him again, when suddenly you are offered a unique opportunity that will put you on his way again.

N/A: I dont know A THING about ballet this is all fiction but all comments to correct anything are allowed.

Dance has been a big part of your life and it had such an important weight that you even dedicated yourself almost full time to it. Blood, sweat, dedication, passion and tears is what was hidden behind all the effort you had made not only you, but your family as well to get to where you were now.

Starting with recreational classes, your focused and dedicated attitude that you gave to ballet attracted offers from prestigious academies and dance companies in your town. Thus you were climbing and improving yourself until you reached the Rêvasser dance company.

The routine of every day was almost the same. Getting up early to take classes at college and then spending all afternoon and evening rehearsing and practicing. It rarely changed, and it only happened when you had to go to a dressmaker or when something unforeseen happened.

This weekend you had it free and you had seen a flyer about a ballet work that was presented in the city. You texted your friend Haechan to join you and you two arranged to attend. You were at the entrance of the theater waiting for him to arrive, the show was just beginning and you had both tickets in hand, when suddenly you received a message on your cell phone. It was him.

Sorry, I won't be able to go, I'll make it up to you later I promise :)

Great, the only thing missing. Even if you had not paid much, it was money lost, and with how distracted your friend could become, it was very likely that he will never return it to you.

You had met Haechan at least five years ago when you joined the company. You got along too fast. You've never had a dance partner that you instantly clicked with. He understood you not only in life, but also in dance, those two things are not always achieved, so you really appreciate and love him so much.

The doors opened and the crowd of people was allowed to settle into their respective seats. You looked at the one that was empty next to you, not knowing what to think. Lee Donghyuck was a box of surprises and you were no longer surprised by his spontaneous decisions.

A few long minutes passed until the lights went out and music began to fill the entire room.

Romeo and Juliet was one of the most famous, oldest and most beautiful works you could see. It was just a classic that everyone loves. You had danced it once, having a leading role and the amount of praise you received was spectacular. They told you that they felt all the emotions in each part and that it even gave them goosebumps.

There was nothing more beautiful than being told that you are on your way to being a great dancer.

You watched the boy who represented Romeo and you were mesmerized. The way he moved his arms, how high he jumped. His technique was from another world, it could be said that it was perfect.

At the end, everyone stood up and clapped their hands until they were exhausted, including you. You immediately texted Haechan.

You have missed a show with an incredible protagonist.

You went out and waited outside in the cold, yearning to meet that dancer and congratulate him on the talent he had. When you could see him, you quickly walked over and touched his hand to get his attention. He was not accompanied so you thought it wouldn't be a problem if he spent a few minutes with you.

"Hi, I'm Y/N, I'm also a dancer like you and I wanted to tell you..." you began to speak without stopping when he raised a hand to your face to tell you to stop.

"Save it, girl" he lowered his hand and adjusted the bag that was hanging from his shoulder. You had to say it, he looked cute but his height and the tone of his voice contrasted all that. Shame and anger began to take over your body, turning your face red. "I'm not here to listen to your stories"

What the hell just happened?

We have all ever met someone who has been rude and treated us badly, yet for some reason, this particular one had shocked and angered you too much. You didn't do anything wrong, your intentions to flatter him were pure and innocent and he just cut you off, he didn't want to listen to you, he didn't tell you his name either.

It's a shame someone like him has such nasty manners.

The week starts again. Monday morning you attended all your classes and then went to your rehearsal for the day.

Already wearing all the appropriate clothing, you entered the room to go directly to the bar and stretch before starting any other exercise.

Haechan immediately lifted one leg to position it next to yours.

"How was Romeo and Juliet?" he asked, stretching his instep over and over. You wanted to get rid of the endless hours you were in college and right now your friend reminds you a bitter moment you had on the weekend. You rolled your eyes in response.

"First of all, good afternoon" you said looking at him for a few moment. "Second, thanks for leaving me alone, you owe me money" you pointed your finger at him, Haechan grimaced to show how sorry he was. "And third, I wouldn't know what to tell you"

"Wasn't that a great show?"

You lowered your leg and stood in front of him, still holding the bar. "It was, the protagonist was disgusting" Haechan imitated your same position. "That wasn't the message I got that night" he laughed. You stopped what you were doing and rubbed your face in frustration. You still didn't assimilate it.

You swore it was better to say 'thank you' and then leave. Or at least tell you that he needed to go fast.

That was better than the shit you had to go through.

"Hyuck" you tried to get their attention, "Why is everyone suddenly excited and talking?"

He shrugged, "Maybe because Ernesto Benson is coming to attend class today."

Your eyes widened in surprise. Benson was a very famous choreographer and director well known in the world of ballet for making original and innovative works. If he was here it was to choreograph some number or maybe the company had called him. Who knows.

You got along well with all the dancers you shared classes with, but always in situations like these no one was a friend to anyone, individualism gained strength and no one offered you help, because each one aspires to have the highest role, because it is with the one you will earn the most recognition.

The teacher entered, everyone positioned themselves next to the bar and the class began.

Hours and hours passed as always, the tension was in the air and the feeling of being watched never went away. You knew that from somewhere, a man was watching all of your moves, evaluating you and probably criticizing you as well.

You had been to auditions before, although this time it was a little bit different. You didn't know what Benson's intentions were and you couldn't see his face either, so you couldn't study his features to see if you were doing it right or wrong. Basically, that man was like a ghost right now. He is present, he looks at you, he knows what you are doing, and you don't know about it.

The rehearsal ended, the teacher left and you sighed loudly because of how overwhelmed you were. You took your things, changed your clothes, and waited for Haechan at the entrance of the building to escort you home.

Being impatient was not your thing, but the lateness and long minutes that Hyuck made you wait was something you did not get used to at all. You longed to be able to take a shower and sleep soundly until tomorrow morning. When he finally showed up, all he did was grab your arm firmly to drag you inside again at a speed you couldn't keep up because of his long legs.

His back was turned to you, yet his walk radiated emotion, exaltation. "Haechan, what's wrong?" You asked in hopes of getting an answer to his sudden and agitated behavior. He was taking you to the offices of the director's company, you were even more confused than before until you saw the face of Ernesto Benson through the barely open door.

Donghyuck open it in a thunderous way that makes you cringed out. You thought about hitting him for how disrespectful he was.

Behave, please.

"I finally got you both" said the man in front of you with both hands raised and a smile on his face. Of all the photos and interviews you had seen, you never saw the guy's smile, he always kept a serious, dark image. Something sinister you could say. You never thought that he was this nice and that he looked nice.

He approached you and shook his hand for you to take it. "I guess you already know me" his big eyes intimidated you but you took his limb decisively. You felt a strong grip and then you released it. "I'm Y/N" you said looking into his eyes.

"Ernesto is here for a new project he is working on" the director spoke when noticing your disoriented face.

"Exactly" he continued. "That's why I wanted to talk to you" he started walking around you two, looking you up and down. By reflex, you grabbed Haechan's wrist for protection, all he did was grab your hand and rub the back of it to comfort you. "Are you together?" he asked in an unpleasant tone when he saw their hands clasped.

"No" you two said in unison. "I'm nervous, that's it" you justified your action.

"Well, I'll make this a lot easier so you stop worrying" he had taken the same place he had before and crossed his arms. "I have prepared a work, and I want you as part of it"

Your reaction was open your eyes to the limit and squeeze Haechan's hand even more that when you saw him, he was just as surprised and excited as you.

"You would have to move to my academy, and dedicate yourself to dance full time. Once you are there we will have rehearsals almost every day until the opening day, and if it goes well we could even go on tour"

That night, excitement had clouded your view. You talked to Haechan all the way home about it, and the next morning you realized what Benson's offer had with it.

Ballet was something important in your life and you never thought of turning it into a job, for that same reason you were studying at university, because it was your alternative plan to dance.

You called the person you trusted the most and the one you needed the most now: your mom. You told her about the proposal and the consequences it would have, afraid that she would not agree with the idea of leaving college. A whole year of paid studies would be wasted.

To your surprise, she agreed. He told you it was a promising opportunity, that if you let it pass you would be a fool and that it's probably what your grandmother would want. You cried when you heard all her words and immediately called Ernesto to give him a definitive answer.

Move-ins were never a problem for you. You lived changing your home as well as your dance school. That was why adapting was easy for you and you never maintained a significant attachment to the places where you stayed.

You knew about the Benson Academy, the location and its teaching method, however you had never seen the building in pictures or videos. Seeing it with your own eyes the first time was wonderful. A woman welcomed you and guided you directly to your room, where you were going to stay for who knows how long.

Two beds, two wardrobes, a desk and a bathroom. The dorm was shared, and seeing that it was all empty meant that your roommate hadn't arrived yet, or maybe you wouldn't have it.

You put your suitcase aside, sat on the bed, and called Haechan on the phone.

"Hello?" was heard from the other side.

"Hey, how's your room?" you asked animated. He had traveled and arrived about two days before you but you hadn't had time to ask him if he had arrived safely.

"Normal I guess" he laughed. "Do you have a roommate?"

"Not yet" you answered. "And you?"

"Yes"

"And what's his name?"

"I don't remember"

You rolled your eyes and said goodbye to him saying that you had to pack your things and go to sleep. You were tired and wanted to have all the energy for the first rehearsal tomorrow.

This really felt like a dream.

You woke up at least two hours before in case something unexpected happened. And that unexpected means losing you in the building. The woman who had taken you to your room had not given you a tour of the academy to meet it. Until now, the only way you knew was from the entrance to your bed.

Already with all your stuff necessary for the rehearsal, you went down the stairs paying close attention to remember all the sectors that had your new residence.

You admired the architecture in silence. It was like six in the morning, most likely they were all sleeping. You didn't know how many dancers have been selected for Benson's project, or if they slept on the same floor as you, but if there was one thing you were sure of, it was other students resting right now and you didn't want to bother.

It the 3rd :)

You could read on your phone.

Some rooms could be seen through the glass in the doors, the one assigned to you was not. It was three walls plus a large mirror.

Haechan hugged you and lifted you spinning in the air. It took you by surprise but you hugged him back, after all you two were fulfilling a dream together.

"You have a lot of energy, look at you" you said once he left you on the ground, everyone around you was checking you out, you did nothing to prevent it. "I thought you were lost" he answered at your side, following in your footsteps.

You checked the time on the clock that was hanging on one of the walls and you looked at it strangely. "It's still early". He leaned close to your ear and whispered. "And we both know that you always arrive before"

He left you alone and when you were already wearing your pointe shoes, you saw him talking to another boy with the same height.

"Renjun" the guy introduced himself shaking her hand. "Vibrare Dance Company"

"Y/N, Rêvasser" you answered.

"I know, Haechan told me about you" he pointed at him and smiled to you. "I am his roommate"

You shook your head and laughed, remembering that your friend told you the night before that he couldn't remember his partner's name despite having met him two days ago. It was not a difficult name although it was quite unique.

Without saying anything else, you started stretching and getting ready for class. It was at least half an hour before it started but there were quite a few people in the rehearsal room already. As usual, you watched each one while you did your things in silence, and from what you saw, several had known each other before. Maybe they were roommates like Haechan and Renjun, or they came from the same companies.

Lots of technique, big jumps, great flexibility. You felt so out of place, even you wondered what Benson saw on you.

Two more dancers entered. You were laughing animatedly with Hyuck and Renjun, working on your arabesque when your laugh stopped while you saw him enter.

What the fuck was he doing here?

"Everything okay, Y/N?" your friend was concerned when he saw your expression. You turned to him, hiding from the guy who had recently entered to control and save yourself from embarrassment. Suddenly, you remembered that you hadn't told Haechan what happened the night of the show. You thought that you would never see him again in your life, how wrong you were.

"The idiot is here" Renjun commented with an annoyed face. You looked at him with a frown.

"Who?" Hyuck came forward and asked first.

The boy sighed and stopped what he was doing to speak carefully with you.

"That tall blond over there is Kim Jungwoo" he pointed with his eyes to not be evident, the disgust in his voice was very noticeable. "Never in my life I have known a man as superb as him. Everyone admires him for his technique but his person leaves much to be desired"

Kim Jungwoo, so that was his name. Right now your two eyes were on him, you knew that no matter how much you hid, at some point he was going to identify you. And the thing that boiled your blood the most was the realization that if he was here it meant you would work together and you have to deal with him, surely for months.

"And the one who is talking with him is Giselle" Apparently Renjun had not released all the poison because he continued with the same tone and you saw an aura of contempt emanate from him. "Someone needs to lower her from the throne she built herself. A shame they are from my company"

They seemed close, just like you and Haechan. To be honest, Jungwoo looked like someone you could get along with easily, the way he smiled at Giselle made him look nice. She too. Though remembering how rude he was to you when you tried to talk to him did stir up a feeling for Giselle. If Jungwoo was a shit, she probably was too.

That's why they are friends.

"I don't know" you said to Renjun. "I spoke to that Jungwoo for about two seconds and he was a complete stupid to me"

Renjun was shocked and asked you. "Do you know him?" You just nodded.

"He was Romeo?" Hyuck looked at you in surprise. You nodded again just as Benson walked into the room, drawing everyone's attention.

"Good morning people" he greeted everyone animatedly while standing with his back to the large mirror. "You know why you are here so let's get to the point."

He used to move his hands and face to speak, too much. You turned to see Haechan, who was attentive to the man's words and then to Renjun, he only glanced at you and smiled slightly.

"The play they are going to perform is called 'The flower and The Hummingbird', it is about an impossible love between two people"

Another love story, a classic.

"The music is mine, the choreography is mine and you are in charge of making the final product a marvel"

When Ernesto finished all his speech of encouragement and explanation of the work, everyone positioned themselves at the bar.

Right there you had eye contact with Jungwoo, a very rare one but one that made your heart beat very hard with the anger you contained. Maybe he didn't recognize you or didn't really care about you because his body language wasn't showing anything about being surprised.

One, two, three sighs to calm you down and focus.

Ernesto spent much of the morning teaching a little of the pas de deux he choreographed. Everyone had their partner, obviously you were with Haechan. You were doing a promenade when Benson got close, you thought he was going to correct you or something, then he turned to see Jungwoo and Giselle.

"You" pointed at you and Hyuck and the other two. "Change partners"

Eye contact with the blond again, you couldn't do anything but loosen from your friend's grip and reluctantly go to Jungwoo.

No one said anything and the music began to play.

Every time he touched any part of your body you could feel it burning. Your waist, your hands. That feeling wasnt removed for anything. You had been with Haechan for a long time as a partner that it was very strange for you to have another, you did not feel like yourself, you did not trust Jungwoo.

He lifted you up and before you touched the ground, a thunderous sound echoed from the four walls, interrupting the melody of the piano playing in the background. Giselle was on the floor with Hyuck apologizing and offering help which she rudely declined. She didn't get injured, however Ernesto sent her to visit the physiotherapist to be sure.

It was certain that something had happened to make Haechan unable to hold her properly.

"Well that's it for today. I'm busy this afternoon so you have it free to do whatever you want."

With nothing more to say, you left, bumping into Jungwoo and not looking at him one last time.

"I don't understand how you can't decide on a simple piece of cloth" Renjun spoke adjusting the black tie that matched his suit.

You were in their dorm getting ready for the celebratory party that would take place in an hour. You brought all the possible dresses you could wear and you didn't decide on one, so you were going in and out of the bathroom with each garment, looking at yourself over and over in the mirror until you could choose the right one.

"Shut up Renjun, it's easier for you. You just wear the same suit, the same tie and the same shoes always and nobody says anything"

Now, why don't you get dressed in your room? Simple, it was funnier and because you were a little scared to go there.

That same afternoon you went out for a walk with Haechan to see the city, what you least expected was that Ernesto had already defined the roles of each dancer. It was printed on the whitest paper you ever saw in the blackest possible letters. You were one of the protagonists, you were happy, but at the same time you were wanting to break your legs seeing that Jungwoo was also one. You two had to act out a love story, together.

Renjun also got an important role and Haechan was the least lucky, yet he was happy for both and congratulated you.

Jumping with happiness you went to your room to rest and the gift you received was the weirdest. You had a roommate, and she was none other than Giselle. She welcomed you by pushing you hard against the wall.

"Thanks to your little friend who dropped me at rehearsal, now I have to put up with the fact he separated me from my dance partner and that you stole my character. I want you to know, i won't make it easy for you"

Your suspicions were true, that girl was completely crazy. That same night, you didn't sleep in the same room as Giselle because you literally feared for your life. You knocked on Haechan's door and with a puppy face you asked him the favor of letting you sleep there at least that time.

And all that week you waited for your roommate to fall asleep so you could come in and rest, you were also the first to wake up. Everything to be alert of any evil that she could do to you.

At the end, you decided on a blue velvet dress. The makeup was done, so you just changed and the three of you went out together to the building where the party would take place.

You've been in this type of event before and you were always amazed by the atmosphere. Elegant chandeliers, waiters hanging around with glasses of champagne and classical music in the background. All your mates were well dressed, but you didn't know anyone other than them. You assumed they were directors and other professors of the academy, something else didn't occur to you.

In a corner, Jungwoo and Giselle were together, as always. She saw you, raised one of her eyebrows in disgust, and quickly started talking to him. You rolled your eyes, you hated with your life when they talked shit about you, and more when they did not hide at all when doing it.

There was something else that always happened and it was you got bored fast. Everyone talked to each other, ate something, the director gave a few words in the toast and continued.

You apologized to the boys and went to the bathroom.

"What about Y/N?" A voice was heard while you were still in one of the cubicles. Several girls had come in, you couldn't see their faces and you didn't recognize their voices either.

"Good dancer I guess"

"She didn't deserve to be Yvoty in the play"

"Ain't big deal, someone told me she did Ernesto a favor and that's how she got to be Yvoty"

Laughter and more criticism about everyone were heard while you waited for them to go. It hurt you that all your effort of years is reduced by saying that you earned it based on 'favors'. You were very convinced that Ernesto had a very good reason for choosing you as Yvoty.

You didn't give a shit about the party, you washed your hands and left without even saying goodbye to Haechan and Renjun. If the rumors had been created by Giselle, with more reasons you were going to ask for a room change. The reduced hours of sleep because of it made you moody and you were tired. The whole bathroom scene didn't help either.

Why did I get into all this crap?

When you left, you collided with someone because you were not looking ahead.

"Oh" came out of your mouth and you looked up to apologize. You've seen the blue suit and the unbuttoned shirt. Kim Jungwoo was dressed like this, and you had run into him in your attempt to escape from this nightmare.

Your eyes focused on what was between his lips. "You have a light?"

"Why you smoke?"

You wanted to hit yourself after asking that question, but you were very confused by your dance partner's newfound habit.

His gaze was on you. You were trying to figure out what his eyes meant and you couldn't. His long fingers took the cigarette between his teeth and pulled it away from his mouth in frustration.

"No, I don't have" you answered after a long silence and for some strange reason you stayed there with him. "Stress" he said raising his chin with his eyes closed.

"What?"

"Stress" he repeated "this kind of thing stresses me out"

"Me too"

Another long silence between you two. You stared out at the street while listening to classical music in the distance. At any moment Haechan was going to notice your absence and he was going to send you a message asking where you were. It was not in your plans to tell him you went to the dorm, you wanted to sleep properly and you no longer cared about Giselle's threat.

"And why have you come?" he asked, still not looking at you.

"I ask you the same"

He laughed, put the cigarette back in its pack, and offered you his hand.

"I'm Kim Jung-"

"I know who you are" you cut him off. It was not intentional but after a few seconds you were satisfied to give him back the same thing he did to you the night of the Romeo and Juliet show. "You don't have to tell me"

He turned his face to you, the corner of his lip raised in amusement. You swore his mere existence was more than enough to make you want to hit him. He looked so obnoxious.

"Okay" he lowered his hand slowly and shoved it into his pocket. "I wanted to formally introduce myself now that we will work together."

Yeah, I'll work with an idiot.

You didn't answer anything, you kept thinking about how someone like him had the horrible habit of smoking, and although he had told you it was to release stress, why choose to fall for cigarettes? Even the dance itself could make you forget all the bad things.

The background music stopped for a few minutes, your phone started ringing inside your little bag. You had no intention of answering the call, you were sure who it was, but the guy next to you was being bothered by the music emanating from the device.

"You are not going to answer?"

You ignored it until the sound stopped, minutes later you heard the glasses collide with each other and you received a call again. Tired, you opened your bag and saw on the screen that it was not Haechan but your dad.

Jungwoo saw your father's name and seeing you so encouraged by him, the fury began to grow inside him. He couldn't contain himself and came back in, cursing under him breath. You frowned and started walking to the dorm while you kept talking.

What is wrong with this boy?

Every day you spent in the academy surprised you more and more. Your last discovery was that they had exclusive designers and dressmakers, they worked only for Ernesto and all the shows of this institution.

The instructions Benson gave you were clear: at some point during the week you had to go through a certain room on a certain floor for the dressmakers to take their measurements for the costumes.

Fabrics, needles, mannequins and infinite previous costumes were part of the work area of these women.

"I still don't believe that you work exclusively for the weirdo Ernesto" Renjun spoke passing a hand over the hangers, then one of the ladies hit his hand telling him that they couldn't be touched.

Haechan's measurements were being taking and you were sitting in one of the armchairs watching the lady pass the tape in all the necessary places.

"Yeah, he's weird" the woman wrote down the inches of Hyuck's chest "but what he pays for these suits is a very good amount"

Renjun sat next to you after being scolded several times.

"Do you remember when he asked us if we were a couple?" you commented after having flashbacks about that situation "He talked to us as if we were insects"

"That's because he doesn't like that there is love between dancers of the same cast" added another. "We don't know why, but he doesn't like the idea of work and romance."

You frowned as you exchanged glances with Renjun. There you understood that these women were hyper gossip, they should know everything that happened between the students in this building. Sure, cutting and sewing in silence is not so pleasant. Who knows how many leotards and tutus have witnessed the gossip told in this room.

"Probably if you had said yes, you would not have accepted it, or he would only have accepted one of you two"

"Thank God you're not my girlfriend" Haechan spat. You opened your mouth without being able to believe what came out of his.

Truth be told, you never saw Hyuck as a boyfriend. It was somewhat difficult since he never told you about someone he was attracted to and you didn't see him interested in any relationship. It was strange of him but he must have his reasons for behaving like this.

"Renjun" you caught his attention after taking off your coat. It was your turn to take your measurements. "You never told how you were chosen to participate here"

"He contacted me directly" he simply said. "He talked to me on the phone saying he saw a video of me dancing. Then he showed up at the company to talk with me, Jungwoo and Giselle"

You clicked your tongue in disgust. "Don't even mention her"

"Why?" The two boys asked in unison.

You were silent for a while thinking that this would be good food for dressmakers.

"My pointe shoes disappeared, I have no proof but I'm sure it was her"

The night you came back from the party, you came to the bedroom and slept. You woke up all scared thinking Giselle had cut your hair or written your face with permanent marker. The following afternoon, you realized after arriving in the rehearsal room that your shoes were not in your bag. You never got it out of there and it was more than certain it was a sabotage of her part.

You were so embarrassed that day and couldn't attend the group rehearsal.

Donghyuck and Renjun can't believe it.

"I thought something different had happened, not that she made your pointe shoes disappear" says your friend shaking his head. "I appreciate she fell from my arms the first day"

Everyone laughed at his comment.

"All that afternoon I was going around the city to buy new ones, and I hope I can broke them up and accommodate them on my feet before the shows because I already have several injuries"

The women were giving each other knowing glances for everything they had just heard. "Done, girl"

Renjun was the last one and as it didn't take long, you took your bag with your stuff and after finishing you would go to rehearsal with Jungwoo, but not before approaching the dressmakers' work table. There were papers scattered on top, they were all designs.

"Are these our?" You asked amazed by the pictures.

They were suits in shades of brown, beige with details in light blue. At least that was the one that said 'Yvoty', Renjun's was similar. The one that said 'Mainumby' was the one corresponding to Jungwoo and had details in green.

You have never seen a job like this.

"Done, boy"

That was your signal to greet everyone and walk away.

The designers' room was on the second floor so you had to go up two more to go to the practice room. As usual to rehearse the pas de deux, there was no one there before you arrived, so you took your time preparing and stretching.

"What are you doing?"

You looked up from your foot and could observe a Jungwoo with a frown in concern. You had a cut and you were momentarily covering it with glue so it wouldn't bleed during the dance.

"I'm fixing what your little friend caused" you used the same term that she used when she mentioned Haechan in her threat because why not?

"Giselle cut your foot?" he asked even more confused.

You snorted. Apparently Jungwoo was not aware of his partner's antics and how stressed she makes you feel.

"She has hidden my pointe shoes and I had to buy others"

He made an 'o' with his lips as a sign that he understood, and dismissed it. Even though you guys had been working almost every day for at least a week, you still didn't get along with him. His apathetic attitude and distant glances were always there, he kept his distance and showed no sign of wanting to establish a closer relationship with you. Except that night he asked you for a lighter. After that, never again.

You scared him away.

Another thing you struggled with was being able to feel comfortable dancing next to him. You were still feeling strange and Ernesto, whenever he had the opportunity, would scold you for having a disgusted face.

And you didn't know if he was in a bad mood today or you couldn't hide the discomfort and what you felt in your foot but the amount of times he stopped the music and made you repeat the choreography frustrated you to immense levels.

Ernesto sighed, frustrated himself too, stopped the track and rubbed his face, ready to give you the sermon of their lives.

"Do you know why I cast you as the lead?" He pointed to you both. Your hands were resting on the side of your hip and you were biting your lower lip. Neither said anything, clearly the answer was a resounding no.

"You" he pointed it out to Jungwoo. "You have an incredible technique, but you lack feelings"

You looked askance at your partner to see what he was doing, however you didn't have much time to check his reaction because quickly the man in front of you spoke again.

"And you, Y/N" the instant your name came out of his mouth, the lump in your throat grew bigger and you could swear your eyes were already shiny from the tears that were leaking out. "You express emotions like I have never seen in anyone, but your technique has deteriorated, I don't know what happened to you"

He came out slamming the door and leaving you with the task of helping each other with the things you lacked. You blamed the injury even though youI knew the problem was much deeper and more complex than that.

A minute of silence, still biting your lip, tears began to fall down your cheeks. You sat on the floor and sobbed, trying not to be as loud as you used to be.

"Why are you crying?" Jungwoo looked like a child asking that question, but he didn't ask in a sweet and innocent tone, but rather showed displeasure, as if he couldn't believe what you were doing.

"For the same reason that you smoke, dickhead"

He was not offended, it seemed stupid to cry over Benson's words, but he accepted it. He didn't know how bad you were going through the academy and he gave you some time to vent in the way that was appropriate for you.

Jungwoo's hand appeared in your field of vision, which was slightly inclined towards you. He was offering it to you to stand up. "We have to keep practicing" he murmured, and you took it wiping your tears while you made an effort to stop crying.

You had no idea where to start, the choreographer only told you that your technique deteriorated and he left, he didn't point out what you were doing wrong. You opened up to Jungwoo and told him that you didn't notice what Ernesto pointed out to you.

"Do you already know your solo?" you nodded without saying a word. "Then do it and I'll tell you what you're doing wrong"

He sat in the corner in front of the mirror and watched you. You danced without music, because it seems like you had a lot of mistakes. Every two or three steps Jungwoo would tell you to stop and correct your postures.

"I'll show you how they taught me" he stood behind you and made a circle with his hands, you were confused. "Imagine that you are enclosed in a bubble, a circle. You have to try to fill all the excess space with your limbs. Now try again with that in mind."

You started by looking in the mirror, trying to visualize what he said to you. It was impossible to cover everything with your body but you could notice that the tips of your feet and the tips of your fingers were always in contact with the imaginary line of that bubble. The movements were large and took up more space than usual. Impressed was the word to describe how you felt right now.

Once you finished practicing your solo, you sat down and took off your shoe to check if the wound was still secured by the glue.

"You're okay?" Now he was on his feet, ready for you to help him with his part. "Yes, it only hurts a little, I'll fix it in time" you replied and then you went to the same place where he stayed to be able to see you dance.

"So what's wrong with me?" his hands were on his waist and he was staring at you waiting for criticism.

'You lack feelings'

"Well, from what I've seen in Romeo and Juliet" you started touching your lip thoughtfully, playing the images in your head again. "There are times when your face is blank, maybe that's it."

Jungwoo nodded. He put a lot of effort into facial expressions and most of the time he ended up ignoring them and not doing them, because the dance studio he went to as a child did not emphasize that much.

"And what exactly do I have to express?" He couldn't start dancing if you didn't tell him the emotion he was supposed to do on his features.

"Do you know what 'The Flower and The Hummingbird' is about?" You asked in the hope that he would answer correctly. "About two people in love" he said simply.

"No" you cut him off. "Yvoty and Mainumby belong to enemy tribes and they fall in love regardless of that. One day a member of Yvoty's tribe sees them together and tells her father" Jungwoo was attentive to your words. "Yvoty's father arranges a marriage with someone from his tribe before it's too late. She disagrees and prays not to marry, God turns her into a flower while Mainumby is confused by the disappearance of his beloved so he ask the moon where she is. He cries so much that God feels sorry for him and turns him into a bird, to find Yvoty"

The boy in front of you watched how your lips moved every time you said a new word and barely paid attention to the story of the play, but he had an idea of what he should interpret.

"Love and suffering?" He sought your approval and shook your head saying yes. "Do your final solo" you indicated.

The scene where Mainumby talks to the moon. Sadness, pain. He also danced without music, trying to remember the few melancholic moments he had in his life to make it look more realistic. You didn't interrupt even once, there was no need to correct anything, you admired that he could put it into practice in one go.

"Well, I think we can leave it here" you got up and went to get your bag when Jungwoo ran towards you and grabbed your arm to stop you. You were face to face, he was slightly taller than you and you had to look up a little to see his eyes, you never noticed how pink and fluffy his lips were until that moment.

"We still have to rehearse the pas de deux" that simple sentence accompanied by his closeness made your heart begin to beat with nervousness. What was happening to you?

"We will need more time for that" you took his hand and pulled him away from your body, hesitating. "I don't feel comfortable dancing with you" You put on shoes and got dressed, started walking to leave with Jungwoo on your heels. "But that gets fixed by doing trust exercises" you stopped, sighed and turned to speak to him. "Believe me, I've been dancing with Haechan for a long time, it won't be easy for me."

Later that night, just when you were talking to your mom, there was a knock on the door and when you opened it you only found a packet of band-aids on the floor. No one was there, not even a note. Anyway, you accepted them and didn't wonder who could have left them.

Giselle laughed from her bed when she saw what had been sent to you.

Jungwoo walked for at least two minutes in front of their door, playing with the rings on his fingers and thinking and repeating what he was going to say, until he finally decided to knock. Instantly he regretted it and wanted to run but it was too late, there was no time to cower.

A shirtlees Haechan opens the door a bit confused, he wasn't expecting any visitors and neither did Renjun, less at this time of night. He didn't say anything and stepped aside for him to pass.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" Renjun is the first to speak, noticing the blond's presence. "Hello to you too" he replied back, he looked at Haechan for approval before he could sit on his bed, he nodded and settled himself so he could do what he had been thinking all weekend.

Renjun got up and went to the bathroom before the conversation started.

"What is offered to you?" Haechan asked still shirtless, he had no intention of getting dressed, he was about to go to sleep and if it weren't for Jungwoo he would probably be under the sheets right now. "I don't want to be rude but your visit seems strange to me"

"I want to earn Y/N trust"

Renjun started laughing histerically, he could be heard from where he was. It was more than obvious he was making fun of Jungwoo. Instead Haechan was disconcerted. Earn the trust of your best friend? What?

"In which sense?"

"Benson is torturing us with the pas de deux" begins to tell. "He told Y/N that her technique was wrong, she even cried, I helped her and now that is fixed" Haechan crossed his arms an leaned agains the wall. "When I wanted to rehearse our number together one more time she told me she had been dancing with you for a long time and she basically doesn't trust me"

The boy now sat in front of him on Renjun's bed and sighs. "Well, to be honest, I dont know what I did"

Jungwoo feared that reply. He rested his elbows on his thighs and looked at the floow, disappointed. Shame invaded his body and he wanted to flee as quickly as possible, he shouldnt have come.

Actually Haechan knew how he had earned your trust, he treated you well from the first moment and was always nice, then it became a friendship. From what you had told him, Jungwoo treated you badly the first time you wanted to talk to him, it made him develop a bad first impression, To top it off, Renjun talking about him and Giselle on the first day of rehearsal helped reinforce that image.

You didnt tell Hyuck you cried and Jungwoo helped you. There were a lot of thing you weren't saying to him, that made him jealous, because he couldn't be there to cheer you up and make you laugh when you needed him most. He was also sad to see the giant blond, because his intentions to help you looked genuine.

Just when Jungwoo was about to leave, the shirtless guy speaks. "Treat her well", he advises. "I treat her well" he responds back.

"Lie!" Renjun yells from the badroom. They both ignored his word.

"Try to befirend her"

"How do I do that?"

Haechan shrugs. "I don't know, dude. You know you abilities to socialize"

The blond thought for a minute and then got out of the bed. Haechan accompanied him, opening the door for him.

"Hey" Renjun comes out of the bathroom and attracts the attention of the two, he goes to Jungwoo. "Tell Giselle to control herself"

He frowns and says goodbye to them. It took him a while to figure out what he meant, but if he could do something about it, he was going to have more benefits.

"Bro, if he does that you will lose your friend"

Free night of rehearsal and everyone in the cast arranged to go to a bar. Haechan insisted you tirelessly to go, no matter how much he begged you, he couldn't convince you in any way. Even Renjun was laughing at the ridicule his roommate was making.

Giselle left, being thankful that she didnt have to deal with you overnight. Now you were alone within those four walls, as you would have wished from the beginning.

You took a shower and were brushing your hair in front of the mirror when someone knocked on the door three times. You stopped what you were doing and waited a few minutes to make sure it was really here. And yes, three more knocks rang through the room and you went to open it.

You hadnt asked for anything, surely Giselle forgot something and has come back to look for it, but to your surprise, when you poked your face into the hall, you found a well-dressed Jungwoo, with pizza boxes in one hand and beer bottles in the other. "Can I pass?" He murmured, his voice very low and almost inaudible.

You opened and let it pass with great uncertainty. He had a white T-shirt and blue jeans while you were already in your pajamas, for a moment you were ashamed. "What are you doing here?" you asked in disbelief. "I thought you went with Giselle and the others"

You watched the boy go by and then turn to look at you, who had stayed in the same place trying to assimilate what was happening. "I dont like going out in group a lot" he justified himself. "Also, shes been talking to Katerina lately, they'll do well spending time alone"

You nodded, still not believing his words. Jungwoo noticed the mixed feeling you were having, and that made him nervous. How weird was he behaving?

"Hey" he started to say after putting what he had in his hand on the almost unused desk in the room. "I know ive been acting like a asshole since day one with you and since we're going to spend a lot of time together at least I want to get along"

You caught each one of the movements when he spoke, the tone of his voice. Basically all his body language so it convince you he was faking it and Giselle had sent him to steal personal information to use it againts you. However all your analysis turned out he was being honest, you could see it even in the sparkle of his eyes.

"Okay" you whispered and came back to finish brushing your hair.

"Do you like beer?" he asks as he sits on Giselle's bed and looks at you through the mirror. Jungwoo asked if you were going to the bar with the boys and when Haechan told him no, he had the perfect opportunity to get close to you. He didn't know what toppings you liked on a pizza or whether you liked alcohol. He threw himself into the traditional and was looking forward to you liking what he had brought. "Kinda" you said to him, and that was more than enough to make him fell more relieved.

You dragged a chair in the middle of the two beds and left the food on it, using it as a table, since you lacked one. You saw Jungwoo take out his keys to use as a bottle opener and when he did, his cigarette pack fell off. You pursed your lips and looked away trying to hold up with any comment that might come out of your mouth. He seemed to notice.

"If you want to scold me or ask me something like you wanted to do the night I asked you if you had a lighter, do it" he responded and took a sip from one of the bottles. "Tobacco and alcohol shorten your life" that sentence came out of your mouth with a serious tone. "Yeah" he sighs."I wish my life was shorter" he whispers, although you heard him, you let it pass. If you asked him, he would surely tell you why he thinks that way.

You looked at the food with guilt. Jungwoo was already eating and stopped to see what happened. "You dont like it?" his whole mouth was full. "Yeah I like it but I'm breaking my diet" you closed your eyes before taking a slice and slowly bringing it to your mouth. "You are allowed today" he smiles at you. "You can burn calories by exercising"

"It's not that" you get up and look for something to clean your hands. When you find napkins, you go back and sit in front of him again. "There are times when junk food makes me sick" Jungwoo makes a sound making you understand that he got what you said.

Silence took over the room, and it gave you time to think. All the hate you had developed for the boy in front of you had disappeared with the passing of the days. Did his attitudes bother you? Sometimes, but you weren't a very spiteful person and he didn't provoke you on purpose, so what you did was work with Jungwoo in peace.

"How is your foot?"

His voice snapped you out of your trance and it took you a few seconds to process his words. "Oh good. I've had worse injuries, nothing to worry about."

You didn't eat much for obvious reasons and because you weren't very hungry either. Jungwoo ate most of it and you were surprised by how much he could eat. "Since what age do you dance?" You stopped playing with your nails and the bottle to answer. "Since I was 3" you took one last sip and preferred to drink water for the rest of the night. "My grandmother used to play the piano in the evenings and I remember trying to dance to the music. My mom saw me and immediately put me in ballet classes" you paused. "My grandmother passed away a couple of years ago and she wanted me to be a great dancer. Now im here. ". He nods and bites his lower lip. "And you? What's your history with ballet?"

Jungwoo lets out a long, deep sigh. Few times had he been asked why he had dedicated himself to dance and whenever he told the story he ended up crying or angry. He knew that after asking her, she was going to want to know about him. He hit himself mentally.

"I started at four" he finished all his beer and left it on that makeshift table. "I saw a program on TV and I told my mother I wanted to do the same" he decided to stop there when he felt the sadness slowly emerge.

"And you started smoking from the pressure of dancing?"

Oh no, here it comes.

"No. I started doing it because ballet ruins and repairs my life,” he stopped. “And I needed something to relax me"

You blinked in confusion. He wasn't even looking at your face, his jaw was clenched and the tone of his voice was deep and serious. The sparkle in his eyes was gone. This was a Jungwoo that you've never seen before.

"My dad never wanted me to be a dancer, he never went to see me in the theaters and he emphasized to me that ballet were for girls" you listened to his words carefully, without limiting anything. "On the other hand, my mother was the one who paid everything so I could dance and I started smoking when I was fifteen, when they got divorced. I needed to relax and that's what cigarettes offered me. They had a big argument, he wanted me to get into business, like him, like my sister, then he left and took her and I stayed with my mother. He told me that he would accept me if I achieved something great like the Royal Ballet, and to this day I hope to get at least one compliment from him"

You were speechless, that explained a lot about him. Why he didn't let you praise him, why he got angry that night for seeing "dad" written on your cell phone screen. He had grown up in a horrible environment, and he had that arrogant facade because he wanted to be his best. "I don't know what to say, Jungwoo"

Jungwoo, on the other hand, was surprised and at the same time proud for not having gotten out of control and having punched the wall, which he would regret the next morning for the pain that it entailed. Was quite a big achievement.

"You dont have to say anything"

You both met eye to eye, he with vulnerability and you with compassion. You wanted to do something to fix the shit he went through and it made you helpless not to be able to do anything because it was already past. You patted the mattress, signaling him to come sit next to you and Jungwoo hesitantly did.

You kept the distance, although the desire to give him a good hug was always there. "You have to get rid of that habit" you said softly with your chin resting on your knee, making eye contact. "If only I could do it" he replied. "Trust me, you can do it" you smiled, and he rubbed your back in response.

For the first time in a long time, Jungwoo felt appreciated by someone other than his mother.

Another day of rehearsal and you were receiving appreciations from Ernesto while you were dancing your solo. "Your partner did his job and now it makes you a more complete dancer." You thanked him while still agitated and let Jungwoo's turn pass.

After the night he visited you in the bedroom, your perspective on him changed. You've always been told everything has a reason and Jungwoo was no exception, all his actions and attitudes were justified with everything he told you, you did not expect them to become fatal friends now but you could get along better than before.

He felt better with himself and also with you. He spoke to Giselle and asked her to stop whatever she was doing to harm you, which led to a fight between them, however they reached an agreement and she promised to stop doing evil things.

You didn't know about it, nor did you know that Jungwoo was the one who left the band-aid package that time.

He danced his solo and now they had to do the pas de deux.

Another thing that also improved was the fluidity with which you danced when being with him, you were no longer tense and Benson would let you know. Until right now, the music stopped and his disgusted face was visible to all. "What happens with you?" he moved his hands exaggeratedly like he always did. You were about to answer when you realized that he was not speaking to you, but to a partner. "You do fine on your solo, but you're still lost when you dance with Y/N. I need the feelings Jungwoo, please"

You looked at him askance, you felt bad about the scolding even though it was not for you. He was still holding your waist. "Don't worry," he whispered in your ear, before breaking away to rehearse the group number. You stayed frozen and petrified in your place until Renjun took your hand to get your attention.

Hours passed, talking to Haechan and Renjun while others danced and you exchanged glances with Jungwoo whenever you could.

"We have to go to the dressmakers now, are you coming?" Haechan spoke to you by taking off his pointe shoes and putting them in his bag. This was the second or third touch-up of the suits before finishing them.

"Y/N!" Jungwoo called you from the other corner of the room and you apologized to your friend. "I need help with the choreography, could you stay with me for a bit?" You said yes without thinking and then you reacted.

Well, I guess Hyuck wouldn't mind.

You didn't put away any of your things and kept your rehearsal clothes, waiting for everyone to leave to be alone with Jungwoo. When you finished you will send a message to Haechan.

"Tell me, what is wrong with you?" you asked him standing in front of the mirror with your arms crossed. "I don't know what else that old man wants from me" Frustrated, he grabs his hair with both hands and throws his head back. "Okay. He said the problem is in the pas de deux" you started. "Do it, but without me. I want to see if I can notice it."

It felt weird to dance a couple number, without a partner, but if you danced with him, you wouldn't be able to appreciate his face all the time, so it was necessary to do so.

"Jungwoo, you look like a mannequin" You held the urge to laugh. "I don't know what emotion to express!" Screams making gestures with his arms. You started to think before asking. "Have you been in love?" if he remembers what it feels to be in love he was more likely to turn to emotional memory. Jungwoo closed his eyes and put his hands on his waist. "No"

Oh, so that's why.

"So sad" you murmured. How was it possible that after living at least twenty years he had not fallen in love even once? You stood up and approached him, taking his face in your hands and looking him in the eye. "Act like you're in love with me" you spoke softly, and he, a little nervous, nodded and got behind you to start dancing. "Five six seven eight..."

Again, you did it without music, you marked the count to not get lost. You tried to look at Jungwoo's face through the mirror many times as you could, his countenance changed drastically. He had immersed himself in the role of lover quite well you could tell.

You finished, and you were facing each other. The sparkle in his gaze didn't fade, he was still playing the role of a lover. Jungwoo's sight went from your eyes to your mouth while he was still agitated just like you. Little by little, you both began to get closer and closer, your heart was beating so fast and strong that you were afraid that he could hear your pulse.

Jungwoo was the same or worse, he spent the whole rehearsal thinking about how beautiful you have become for him lately.

He admired the way you spoke, your smile, the way you accommodated a rebellious lock that protruded from your bun. Your gently telling him to pretend to love you didn't help.

I wanted to kiss you really bad.

But you took a deep breath and apologized to him, telling him you had to go.

You left him alone in the rehearsal room, you were made up a bunch of different emotions that you couldn't describe.

The last few weeks before the shows were pure chaos. Giselle had made one last joke and locked you in the dorm during one of the most important rehearsals. You didn't know how to look at Ernesto because you would think he was going to make fun of you. Haechan was overly concerned and handed it back. He took all of her underwear and scattered it all over the hallways. Giselle was furious while Renjun cheerfully celebrated that someone had given him a spoonful of his own medicine.

Jungwoo didn't ask if you were okay. He had the same behavior again when you just met, distant. You did not speak unless necessary, sometimes he answered you in a bad way, you let everything pass.

He must have a reason to be like this.

All three shows in the city had sold out so quickly that you were afraid your family wouldn't get tickets to see you, but when you called them they said they got a pair.

The first two shows were perfect. Everyone was nervous even though everything went as planned. The third was the one that made you the most nervous, because your parents were going to be watching you on what is possibly the beginning of a tour, if the choreographer liked the performance of the cast.

You were behind the curtain, playing with your suit, trying to locate at least your mom through the crowd that was about to witness The Flower and the Hummingbird when someone comes up behind you and grabs your waist, scaring you.

"Don't do that, you fool" you said once you realized it was Haechan. He was also dressed in his suit and makeup done, very handsome indeed. "You know? I feel like I'm about ten years old again." Hyuck hugged you from behind and leaned his head on your shoulder, also looking for his family in the audience. "I can't believe we got this far together."

"Don't cry, your makeup is going to spoil" he said, hugging you tighter behind you when he noticed your trembling voice. "I can't believe we're doing this either".

You didn't notice any mistakes, the applause after each scene moved you to such impressive levels that you ended up crying backstage at the end of all. Suddenly, all you had to go through during all those months were trifles. Hate comments, Benson's corrections, Giselle's hate and jokes.

You felt good.

This time, the place for the party was different, the aesthetics were the same but the location was different. You were impatient for it to end, because you had arranged to go to dinner with your family right after.

"Attention everyone" You looked around you for Renjun to be together with Haechan while Ernesto said what everyone expected the most.

The Flower and the Hummingbird had been so successful that it was ready to go on tour.

Your friend toasted and drank all the champagne in his glass in one sip and then hugged you happily. "Believe it, we will succeed together" he whispered in your ear and released you. You remembered Jungwoo, he was the protagonist and you would have to be with him for more months now. You wanted to congratulate him. "Where is Jungwoo?" You asked Haechan. "I don't know, he told me he was not going to continue in the ballet" he responded.

You looked at the front door and clearly he was leaving the building. You apologized without making much noise and went out looking for explanations.

Give up ballet? Why would anyone stop wanting to dance, especially with an opportunity like this?

You struggled with running in heels and trying to reach his steps when he was already in the middle of the block, your only and last resource was yelling at him to stop.

He faced you and stood where he was. He had a cigarette in his mouth, he was smoking, again, just when you asked him to get rid of it. You could see that his eyes were bright, he was about to cry. "Don't get closer to me!" He had taken the cigarette between his fingers and pointed his shaking hand at you. You stopped walking even though you were close enough to talk to him without having to raise your voice. He was mad.

"Where are you going?" You asked with your bag in hand, shivering from the change in temperature you got exposed to. "Why don't you stay with us?".

"I can't" he whispered. He looked up at the cloudy sky trying to hold back the tears but when he dropped his eyelids his tears also fell. "I'm done" he says now louder.

"Jungwoo, what the fuck is going on?" You didn't understand anything that was happening and seeing the blonde cry made you more nervous than you already were. "My father didn't come to see me" his voice cracked, he brought his hand to his face pressing his forehead.

"And just that? Are you going to let yourself be beaten because your father didn't come to see you?" You were being a bit insensitive but you couldn't let him stop dancing because he didn't have the approval of his parent.

"No!" He yelled at you loudly with the last particle of air in his lungs, staring at you. He takes one last drag to drop the cigarette on the floor and put it out with a thunderous stomp full of anger. "I'm leaving because I realized that I'm in love with you".

You were accumulating sadness on your face, from the way he was talking to you, soon you were going to cry too.

"Is that also an impediment for you to keep dancing?"

"Yes" he answered you. Jungwoo's lip was trembling and he looked at you with regret.

'He doesn't like that there is love between dancers of the same cast.'

He was risking his own career so you can continue yours. He was being considerate and you weren't going to allow such stupidity from him. You walked to get closer but just as you took a step, Jungwoo raised his shaking arm again to keep distance.

"You know what? It's the stupidest idea you've ever had, because I'm in love with you too" you told him sincerely, you've been worrying about him more than you should, you realized that you were developing feelings for him and you decided to shut them up for not being sure they were real. "And I don't give a fuck what Ernesto or everyone else thinks" a tear fell down your cheek, however your voice still sounded normal. "But I don't want to be Mainumby"

Jungwoo made a noise with his nose, crying along with you. "What?"

"I don't want to be Mainumby!" You screamed. "I don't want my lover to leave without telling me and end up begging the moon to know where he is. Because we're in that situation" you took a few steps without Jungwoo stopping you and stood in front of him. "You are a great dancer and I wont let a silly rule of a choreographer go and ruin everything between us" He took your hand. "Please"

Jungwoo put his other hand on your cheek, wiped away the tear that was falling and kissed your forehead. "I wont leave".

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