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Last song: the baddest - k/da, (g)i-dle etc. (too many features to list icbb)

Fav colour: pink 🩷 & yellow 💛

Currently watching: well it was sex education s4 now it's mr nothing because i finished it and got rid of netflix heheh

Last movie: barbie movie my beloved 💖

Currently reading: mr nothing again

Sweet/Savoury/Spicy: spicy! purely because i don't think i could live without spicy food (i had vindaloo curry tonight actually hah)

i do have a very sweet tooth though 🦷

Relationship status: single and slaying

Current obsession: hmmm aside from käärijä not much comes to mind - no thoughts head empty :') music is my constant

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Hi! I'm the anom who asked for the autistic reader and I loved your writing! So may I request the same THH characters but with a reader who's try to be the sunshine in their lives (example: help Chihiro to be himself), but is secretly depressed and hide It from them cause reader doesn't want to seem fragile?

Sorry If Is complex XD thx!

i have limited free time so i know im probably never gonna complete (another) request(s) today. also i discovered i have no idea how to write for hifumi and yasuhiro, so i'm gonna blacklist them and replace them with mukuro. felt like this request seemed like a good prompt for nagito and also i feel like i could replace ishimaru's one with komaeda's as an apology.

sorry if you wanted the girls too, i'll get on them as soon as i finish my work- i didn't have enough time to write for them. i'll write for ishimaru, too. sorry for missing a lot of characters!

p.s thanks guys for your support !! i appreciate it sm <33

that's a long title 😨

the tags are such a PAIN

~ mod sitaya

THH CHARACTERS W/ AN S/O WHO IS THEIR SUNSHINE BUT IS SECRETLY DEPRESSED

BYAKUYA TOGAMI

"damnit s/o, why didn't you tell me earlier? you know i wouldn't judge you."

money = happiness to him, so he wouldn't fully understand your pain. he'll still support you though, if you need anything he'll send one of his workers to get it for you.

i mean if you were gone, yeah, he'd definitely be upset, so whenever he couldn't understand, he'll just imagine how he'll be like if you died or something.

he'll hire a personal therapist for you, unless you want him to be your therapist... which trust me, he is not good at.

bro can't even comfort anyone without making them cry more.

since he can't comfort someone psychologically, he'll comfort them physically, though he'll only show displays of affection at home or when you guys are alone, n e v e r in public.

honestly at this point, he won't give a shit if you stain his rich people clothes with your tears, he can buy the same new clothes again.

he's not that desperate, but can you imagine byakuya singing his s/o a lullaby?

not really, but he'll tuck you into bed himself personally if you fall asleep while sobbing your eyes out.

if you don't, he'll ask if you wanna fly out of japan for awhile, on his rich people private jet.

it's the least he could do to repay you for helping him during his dark times.

MAKOTO NAEGI

"s/o. how could you hide this from me? did you think i was going to criticize you...?"

he wouldn't ask the million questions running through his head first, he'd hold you first.

you come before anything.

he'll hold you for as long as you'd like, letting you cry in his shoulder while he rubs your back and pats your head.

since you helped him show the others he isn't an 'omega male' and also chased everyone who bullied him away, he'll return the favor.

he'll tell the teacher that you weren't feeling well and needed some time to rest in your room.

also he'll bring you your homework so you don't have to get it yourself and do tons of paperwork at once after coming back.

you don't need a therapist, you have naegi tell them as your therapist.

he'll listen to you go on for the entire day, and if you need to break down, you can jump into his arms and break down, using his shirt as a handkerchief.

MONDO OOWADA

"damnit... who did this s/o?!"

honestly he might just break down too.

but then he'll tell himself he's gotta be a man, with balls in front of his s/o.

he'll put his coat around you and hug you, telling you that it's alright and you can let everything out.

you can take that in any way.

he feels really guilty whenever he has to leave you for training or a competition.

but he'll always come back with a gift and your favorite takeout.

if you ever wanna cuddle, go find him. he'll be more than happy to have a reason to hold you.

daily compliments whenever you two meet up.

CHIHIRO FUJISAKI

"s/o, it's okay. you're not hopeless, you're filled with hope, you still have so much more potential,"

he'll offer to accompany you to do some activities to keep your mind distracted and also to cheer you up.

something maybe like styling your hair and making it look ridiculous by putting tons of bright, glittery accessories on your hair.

he'd ask if sharing his own insecurities would help, maybe just so you know he has other countless insecurities than just him fearing showing the others he's a guy.

if making your hair look worse than junko's didn't cheer you up, chihiro would make up some stupid games like hop like a bunny into mondo's room or sing one of sayaka's songs outside makoto's room while he's showering.

speaking of sayaka's songs, he'll blast all her upbeat pop songs in the room and you two can dance your heart out.

LEON KUWATA

"i figured. now come here i'm gonna cuddle your sadness away!"

leon would definitely try to remain positive

the only good side would be that he could skip his daily weekday baseball training, since y'know he likes hates baseball.

but no, really, he'd have NO idea on how to comfort someone properly.

he'd ask what he could do to make you feel better.

as well as bring you out to get ice cream.

while you guys are out you may or may not encounter celestia's cat wandering around aimlessly... and bring it back to leon's room.

obviously you guys return her, maybe style her a little, watch leon get scratched by her and so on.

overall at least you recovered quickly and now everyone can see you smile again <3

BONUS ;; NAGITO KOMAEDA

NAGITO KOMAEDA

"oh s/o. you didn't have to hide it from me, hopeless trash like me don't have the right to judge hopeful people like you,"

well now it was his turn to have his clothes stained with tears.

countless outfits of yours have been stained with his tears, because whenever you'd return late (which was always) he'd think you left him or something, and the closest thing he has to you are your clothes.

he's clingy.

and he'll become clingier.

everywhere you go he'll follow you like a lost puppy.

lost puppy literally. he won't just follow you, he'll beg for your attention.

anyway... back to you, once you even mention you were upset he'd pull you into a tight hug.

imagine how long that tight hug would be with depressed.

verrrrrry verrry long.

he'd wish he didn't have to let go of you.

and he wouldn't. you'd have to literally wait for him to fall asleep just to work your way out his arms.

he'll shower you in compliments and bless you with encouragements.

if you wanted he could ask gundham for a cat or dog or something, or he'd blackmail gundham just to "borrow" the four dark devas of destruction for like 10 minutes before giving them back even though nagito would lie and say they'd forever be gone.

you want, he buy. literally, you just have to say "i want this" and you'll have it.

no more despair only hope.

IM SORRY ITS MISSING SO MANY CHARACTERS ANON 😭

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#5

Having now watched No Way Home, I have an insatiable need to write Octogoblin content. But have no ideas. So I will take suggestions. Short prompts for vignettes please. No promises but you don't get if you don't ask.

33 notes - Posted March 24, 2022

#4

I've been having hattercrow thoughts and decided to expand on how I see their dynamic working (in a general sense rather than considering particular fandom versions).

Jonathan is not easy to befriend, I think this is a pretty standard interpretation, and Jervis is incredibly focused when he’s set his sights on someone. So its very much a war of attrition as Jervis sets about wearing down Jonathan’s defences. And this works because, as long as he isn’t actually rejected, Jervis would very much enjoy wooing someone.

Then, because Jonathan’s trust is so very hard to win, once Jervis does earn it he’s got it for life. So in return for his patience Jervis will get an extremely loyal boyfriend, also something he very much wants as he is not inclined to share his beloved’s affections with anyone. Which once again is helped by Jonathan’s aforemententioned solitary nature.

42 notes - Posted July 31, 2022

#3

I enjoy writing riddlebird and often think how lucky I am to get so many variations to play with. Some are more challenging in that the relationship isn't obvious in the source material. As a writer I enjoy finding the evidence to prove the ship works. Arkhamverse, Telltale and Reeves' Batman all fit this profile.

Yet there's also the versions where it's easier to set the two together without any prior explanations (though I do still like writing those firsts). The Animated Series, 2004 cartoon or the comics all require little pushing to fall into established territory.

And that's without considering the levels of fluff to camp to angst each provides. Lego allows harmless pranks, the 60s series inspires silliness and Gotham easily delivers angst. There really is something to suit every mood.

45 notes - Posted June 23, 2022

#2

I was thinking about Scooby Doo, and how the gang have been solving mysteries for decades now, and I have come to the conclusion that they're the ghosts

96 notes - Posted February 15, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

"Now Otto, I have a very difficult thing to ask of you. But this is a formal dinner so I must insist you wear a shirt. I'm sorry."

Otto removed his glasses and blinked.

"That's not a problem. I don't mind wearing a shirt."

"I didn't mean difficult for you," Norman explained. "I mean difficult for me."

He flopped onto Otto's chest and cuddled his tits.

"I'll miss you," he told them.

101 notes - Posted April 18, 2022

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#5

I was messing about with one of those AI art apps, putting in various Amazing Devil lyrics and I present to you The Old Witch Sleep and The Good Man Grace

9 notes - Posted November 8, 2022

#4

Spoilers for Critical Role Campaign 3 Episode 34

After watching episode 33 last week, I knew tonight's episode was going to ruin me. But I didn't expect it would the way it did. Watching Imogens face as she dealt with the death of her best friend and someone she loved and treasured was horrible. Laura seemed truly heartbroken as she played it out. It never even occurred to me that Marisha would roll a Nat 1 on her death saves and Laudna would actually die. I was just so scared and worried about Fearne and Orym.

I also truly felt so sorry for Ashley, making the choice on who to save between 2 of the party members. If only some else had revify or if Sam had any spell slots left.

But most of all, I commend Marisha. Not once did she try to sway anyone in making the decision to bring her character back. In fact, she didn't even say anything about it. She just told everyone that she wanted to stay out of the groups decision.

And while I am extremely relieved that Fearne and Orym survived, I really am gonna miss Laudna. It's gonna be hard not seeing Marisha at the table next week until the party either find someone who can bring Laudna back or a new character gets introduced. The undead is now dead.

13 notes - Posted September 20, 2022

#3

Hi! I’ve watched a lot of dimension 20 and never watched an episode of critical role, but I’m really curious about the cr miniseries with lou wilson, aabriya Iyengar, and brennan et al, will it make sense if I watch exu as a stand-alone? Is it more of a “you’ll enjoy it more if you know the world” or do I absolutely need to have watched some other stuff to even grasp what’s going on?

Hi! I had a similar situation when I first wanted to watch CR having not seen Campaign 1 and 2 but after doing some research I learned I didnt need to have watched any before getting into it. And fortunatly, EXU Calamity is technically a prequal to all the other CR main Campaign stuff so you dont really need to know much in order to watch. All you need to know is that the Calamity was a War fought hundreds of years before the begining of Campaign 1 and no matter what happens in the miniseries, its still gonna happen cause if it doesnt then the whole history of Exandria (the wonderful World created by Matthew Mercer) technically wont exsist. I will say there is a few nods to somethings that happen in Campaign 1 that I didnt completely understand but it in no way took any enjoyment or understanding from this particular storyline.

So in conclusion, no you dont have to have seen anything from past CR episodes to watch Exu Calamity. If you really want to, there are many videos, blog posts, articles, and even a whole Wiki dedicated to Critical Role where eveything can be explained in further detail if you really want to know more.

I'm also going to say that if you love Dimension 20 and its cast members, you will love CR, and youre gonna absolutely fall in love with Travis Willingham, Sam Reigal, and Marisha Ray.

Hope this helps and makes sense! If you have anymore questions, feel free to drop me a message and Ill help any way I can!!

(Edit: just going to add as well that CR streams first on Twitch at 7pm PDT on Thursdays and then up loads the episode onto YouTube on Mondays at 12pm PDT. I wait until the Monday upload cause of timezones 🙂)

16 notes - Posted June 12, 2022

#2

Critical Role Campaign 3 Episode 33 Spoilers Ahead!

Not me just quietly sobbing for the past hour from the most recent episode of Critical Role. The thought of losing both Orym and Fearne is leaving me heartbroken. They're both my favourite characters in the party! I don't wanna say goodbye to them yet! I also don't want to wait a week to find out what happens. I cant imagine how Liam and Ashley are feeling about all of this either.

And what if they do both stay dead. Whos gonna tell Dorian?? Or even the rest of the Crown Keepers?? Or Fearne's family?? Or Keyleth and the Air Ashari??

But all that aside, it was otherwise a fantastic episode. It kept me at the edge of my seat for nearly 4 hours. And it was such an emotional roller-coaster, what with the seige and getting Treshi out and then the horrible boss fight with Ottahan. Matt Mercer, I salut you. You are one incredible Dm!

24 notes - Posted September 13, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

I'm only recently getting into Critical Role but I've been a fan of Dimension 20 for over a year now and watching Brennan GM for CR is amazing. His style is so obviously different from Matt and Aabria, who are both very talented GM's in their own right. But theres something in the way each player at the table gets so enthralled by what he's saying that is just so beautiful. The way Brennan tells a story, how he pitches his voice, every inflection on his words is just pure talent. He really is a born storyteller and I'm glad those in the Critical Role fandom who aren't apart of D20's and arent familar with Brennan get to experience it

121 notes - Posted June 1, 2022

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~☽ Moonstone ☾~ (Pt. 3)

Fandom: Moon Knight(TV)

Rating: Mature/Explicit.

Pairing: Khonshu/Reader (unnamed cis!female)

Warnings: Angst. GRAPHIC MATERIAL. 18+ READERS

Summary: Before Marc and Steven, before Arthur, Khonshu had another avatar. Well, hundreds of thousand of others, but this is the story of one in particular that Khonshu was fond of.

Far more than a god should be towards his avatar. Especially when that god isn’t exactly known for his kindness or love.

On AO3| Masterpost

If I missed removing an html tag, sorry. See the post-chapter notes on A03 for ramblings.

You knew Khonshu was here. In London. And it was driving you insane.

Your job took you traveling, and then the volunteer work you did on the side even more so. You knew there was a slight, tiny possibility that someday, you would cross roads with your replacement. Or maybe Khonshu would see you under the light of the moon as you did your work. Work that followed his creed. 

Justice to the innocent. Protecting the travelers, especially those who traveled by night. And well, maybe a beat down on any idiots you crossed paths with. 

You may still have an issue with picking fights whenever you were frustrated. You blamed the virtual habit on Khonshu after throughout college. It was his answer to everything. Tired of studying? Go find a fight. Mad about not being able to comprehend part of the material? Find someone to punch in the face. Just tired of your life in general? He’d whisk you away to where you felt like you found your purpose. 

Except, being the knight of an ancient moon god didn’t pay the bills. Even when you were tempted to put on forms that you were a member of a clergy, technically. 

(You did, once, and having to explain you were a servant of the ancient Egyptian god Khonshu and the leader of his virtually non-existent cult, did not go over well.)

Though he had reassured you later on that back in ancient times, you wouldn’t have to worry about such things. You would have been honored and revered as his Avatar, seen as a sort of goddess yourself. You had crabbed that it hadn’t helped your mood, but it did. A little. Mainly because he dropped more than a few compliments during his little speech. And shortly afterwards, had found trouble to settle with your fists. 

But you had found him here, in London. Knew his avatar must frequent, if not work, in the museum. The blessing he had given you when you parted had drawn you there. It flared brightly in your chest as you toured the exhibits, filling you with a similar warmth as when you were his avatar. It was such a bittersweet feeling, and you couldn’t let it go. 

Yet, you had yet to encounter anyone with the same accent as the new knight you met that night. Did he work behind the scenes? He had to be around the gift shop, as strong as it was there, but the only one was Steven, who was a sweetheart to be sure, but definitely not the kind of person Khonshu would choose. He would look for someone who didn’t embody the whole ‘apologize when soup was spilled on them’ idiom. 

You wondered if Khonshu himself was ever there when you were. Did he sulk in the shadows, watching you as you studied the artifacts, judging them against the stories he told? Could he feel you the same way you felt his power? Did he know you were there because you knew he was somewhere nearby? Or had he even noticed it was you? Or were you just another face in the crowd now? 

No, he was there that night when you met his new knight. His avatar even mentioned that Khonshu was happy to see you. You thought you had almost felt his touch, but you might have just imagined it too, so desperate to be near him.

You missed him. Heavens, you missed him so much. It had been a few years, and you still cried regularly because of the hole he left in your chest. You had befriended, flirted, even had sex with more than a few people over the years, yet none of it could compare to him. Even the most fantastic sex that left you thoughtless and feeling like jelly didn’t fill that craving for him. 

The mundane was just that, mundane. Why had it seemed so alluring back then? You would give it up in such an instant to be by his side again, to feel that link, to see his bony head, his form towering over everyone else. 

So, maybe, just maybe, you were being silly when you allowed your curiosity to get the best of you after hearing rumors of some weird cult in the Alps worshiping Ammit of all deities. 

Like, did they not even do a brief scroll through wikipedia? Or any article on the subject? You found it hard to think multiple people found a heart-devouring goddess something to worship. The ancient Egyptians feared her rather than revered her. She could destroy the soul, so it never had peace in the Afterlife, or even a second chance to make things right.  

You obviously didn’t jump at Arthur Harrow’s invite, the leader of Ammit’s cult. He had apparently heard your inquiries through the grapevine and approached with an offer to ‘learn for yourself the promises of Ammit.’ You didn’t know which was scarier, his words or the fact that he seemed to offer them like the christian gospel. 

Maybe it was because he was completely unaware of how much of a threat the goddess had been in the past. How hard Khonshu and the other gods had fought generations ago to save the world from her and her relentless hunger. Because surely, if he knew the truth of Ammit, he wouldn’t be talking in such a way.

But it was those same thoughts that led you to finally accept. Just so you could see if they were a group of delusional fanatics that posed no harm, or a bunch of delusional fanatics that somehow did have the potential to bring back the evil goddess. 

You didn’t know what you’d do if they were the latter.

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#4

So, here are a few edited drabbles I was going to post later, But I'm going to post now to see how my dear readers react. (I have to admit, it feels more comfortable writing in this perspective again.)

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Khonshu crouch on your desk, the lights flickering, wind making the pages of your notebook and texts flip wildly. In other words, having a tantrum of godly proportions because you told him no.

You just glared at him, arms crossed, and unamused. “I have to study, Khonshu. Otherwise I’ll fail.”

“Don’t argue with me, impudent child,” he thundered, slamming his staff on the ground. “Your studies mean little compared to your pact with me.”

“My god, you are like a freaking cat, wanting attention at the worst possible times.”

“I am not a cat!” He roared, the lights flickering even more violently. “I am the god of vengeance! And you are my avatar! My voice, my fist! And you will do as I say!”

“Let me at least finish reading this chapter, then we’ll go do whatever you want! But I swear, if I fail my exam tomorrow, I’m kicking your ass!”

He was silent for a moment before the lights finally steadied, the wind calming. “Very well, I will accept that compromise.”

“Oh, so I can kick your ass?”

He huffed dryly. “You’re so tiny, you would never be able to reach, small one.”

"You're an asshole. So are you going to get off my books or not?”

~~~~

You didn’t remember everyone you killed, not unless they stood out. Like the cannibal that preyed on the homeless of the city, the stench that filled the murder food-truck and had you swear off meat for a long time afterwards. Or when Khonshu whisked you away, to some assholes that were targeting refugees crossing the border at night as if they were game animals.

The rest of them just faded in your memory. But what never faded was those you saved. You remembered the kids that clutched to your as you saved them, bawling into your cape. Others bowed and prayed to you, calling you an avenging angel, or praising you as goddess. You remembered the little old lady that recognized you were just a young woman, and pulled you down to press a kiss to your masked forehead, blessing you and praying for the heavens to continue protecting you. Or the man that was some kind of priest or other religious figure who put a blessing on you, chanting in a forign language as he poured out water upon your hood.

Each one just cemented your belief that what you were doing was right. Even when you could hear the echo of bones snapping, the white linen of your cape dipped in blood, that choked gasp of a final breath. The gurgle of someone drowning in their own blood haunting you every time you hear a fountain bubble.

And then there was Khonshu who welcomed you back each time, praising your work and filling that need for acceptance and approval. He was the first, the only one, for whom you didn't have to act differently. You had to behave for your parents, hide your interests that weren’t socially appropriate from your acquaintance-like friends because those you had called friends in the past teased and ridiculed your interests.

He had caught you dancing to your music without a care, or eating a spoonful of icing right from the tub, and didn’t give the slightest care. You could tell him horrid jokes, or whatever thing you were interested in, and he’d listen more often than not. You became more and more of yourself in his presence, feeling yourself finally free and open as he accepted everything.

It was no wonder you fell in love.

It was no wonder it broke you so much when he left.

332 notes - Posted May 1, 2022

#3

~☽ Moonstone ☾~

Credit @natashowlet for the header image, I edited it just enough to ruin it with words

Fandom: Moon Knight(TV)

Rating: Mature/Explicit.

Pairing: Khonshu/Reader (unnamed cis!female)

Warnings: GRAPHIC MATERIAL FOR THOSE 18+

Underage readers, this is your notification that this is not content you should read.

Other warnings include: massive amounts of angst and other emotions. Asexual writer attempting smut. Violence. Bloodshed. Purple prose. Non-linear story telling. Liberal amounts of foul language. Misusing Egyptian mythology as inspiration. Soul Sex and other metaphysical shit. I also am barely acquainted with the comics.

Summary: Before Marc and Steven, before Arthur Harrow, Khonshu had another avatar. Well, hundreds of thousand of others, but this is the story of one in particular that Khonshu was fond of.

~☽ O ☾~

Before Series: Snippets featuring Reader as Khonshu's Avatar, listed mainly in chronological order

Part One: I don't know how else to put this. The drabble that started it all. Non-linear and jumps around**Smut**

Friday the 13th: Scary movies? Confused Khonshu? Subtle flirting? Yep.

Part five Before series goes here

Hallucination: Khonshu cheers Reader up... sorta. In his own way. (not really intending to, tbh)

Untitled 1: a prompt by @rebeccakitty; Reader has menstural cramps, and Khonshu helps her with them (After a little bit of grumbling)

Untiled 2: While The first Drabble belongs early time wise, the second belongs late. So we'll place it smack dab in the middle.

Untitled 3: What can I say? Soft moment between you and Khonshu. Just pure fluff

(Part Three's Before-Series goes here)

(Part Four HERE)

Untitled 4: Khonshu and Hathor have a talk

(Part Six Here)

~☽ O ☾ ~

During Series: The main body? of the story? IDK, it's after Marc agrees to become Khonshu's avatar.

Part Two: The Bridge between Before and During series. Angst.

Part Three: Part of episode one, part before-series Smut.

Part Four Just a direct sequel of part Three. This will not happen much.

Part Five : Yep, we following the series. Started my own foreshadowing though! Before series part is early in the days of the Former Avatar's days as the Moon Knight.

Part Six: Huge chapter. With Smut! And plot! Can you ask for anything more?

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373 notes - Posted April 22, 2022

#2

~☽ Moonstone ☾~ (Pt. 2)

Fandom: Moon Knight(TV)

Rating: Mature/Explicit.

Pairing: Khonshu/Reader (unnamed cis!female)

Warnings: Angst. ANGST ANGST

Summary: Before Marc and Steven, before Arthur, Khonshu had another avatar. Well, hundreds of thousand of others, but this is the story of one in particular that Khonshu was fond of.

Far more than a god should be towards his avatar. Especially when that god isn’t exactly known for his kindness or love.

Now we introduce the other (known) Avatars to each other! Say hi to Stevie, Marc, and Harrow!

(on Ao3) | (Pt. 1 **MATURE CONTENT**) | Moonstone Masterlist

Many years later, after switching majors, retaking a few classes because you failed because of your nightly duties, you graduated. Not at the top of your class, but with enough promise, you could start your career in your chosen field. And even though his power and suit kept you from being completely sleep-deprived as you worked all day and most of the night, he could see, he could feel it wear on you. He could see that your purposeful separation from your peers was once again causing cracks in your morale. Being friendly but continually turning down any interactions after work, no matter how benign.

He didn’t want to leave you and find a new avatar, and knew that you didn't want it either. Anyone else and he wouldn’t’ve cared how tired and worn they were. Their one small brief life was nothing amongst the countless lives that they protected. 

But you weren't just any of his avatars, you were so, so much more to him. Over the years, he had come to love you unlike any other being, which was very much against the Ennead's judgements. Having human lovers was one thing, but the way he bonded with you was quite another. 

And he couldn't let them know. 

And then the mere thought that if you left him, hating him for the wreck he left your life in, was agony. No, he’d do something he hadn’t done more than a handful of times in the past. 

He’d leave first. To protect you, as well as himself. 

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You found yourself standing among pillars of limestone, facing a magnificent temple carved into the stone cliff. The moon hung full and heavy in the night sky, the stars and milky way painting the darkness in absolute beauty. 

There was no doubt where you were, not with Khonshu’s likeness carved on either side of the temple. But it was more why and how that wandered through your mind as you walked slowly towards the entrance. Last you remembered was crashing on your couch, intent on getting a bit of a cat-nap before the sun set, and it was time for your second job to begin. 

Torches lit themselves as you approached, not with red-yellow flames, but pearlescent white-blue that seemed unnatural yet fitting for the moon god’s temple. 

Inside was just a breath-taking. Impossibly large and cavernous, a window carved out to allow the moonlight to shine in. The pure-white limestone and marble reflected and magnified its light. But the massive statue of Khonshu caught your breath before you, dressed not in mummified wrappings, but in the dress that the other gods and goddesses of the Egyptians were known for. A silver disk of the full moon sat upon his skull, his staff a golden crescent in his hand. 

“It was quite a sight back in the day,” his voice echoed softly as he appeared beside you. “Those mortals’ ability to carve stone in such a way impressed even me.” 

“Is this a dream?” you asked, looking up at him. Yes, the statue was beautiful, but you felt it was still inadequate. You preferred him wrapped in gauze, his tattered robe flowing freely in the breeze, the yellowed bone of his skull tilted slightly as he focused on you. The statue was cold, imposing. And he was…

Well, imposing, but not cold. Not anymore. 

“More or less. Your body is asleep, but your mind… Well, it’s complicated to explain where we are.” 

You rolled your eyes and nudged him slightly. “You’re just taking the easy way out.”

Instead of an affronted huff as you expected, he sighed heavily. “...In more ways than one, my dearest. I’m afraid it is time that we part ways.” 

Your heart caught in your throat as you looked up at him, “W-what? Now? Why? Did… did I do something wrong? I’ve been trying my hardest, I swear, but I’ll try harder. Please, Khonshu…”

“Shh,” he hushed as he knelt down, setting his staff on the floor so he could cup your face in both his hands. “My beloved, it is nothing that you have done. You have walked with me longer than most, and if fate allowed, I would have you by my side for the rest of eternity.” 

“Then why?” you whispered, clasping your fingers around his wrists. “I don’t—I don’t want you to leave me. I love you, in every way Khonshu. Please don’t leave me.” 

This was killing him. Khonshu pressed his head against yours, able to feel your tears fall and bless the bone of his skull. He couldn’t do this being so physically close to you, where the bond was its strongest. Even now, despite being on the astral plane and that bond connecting him to you was but a ghost of itself, he could feel you all too clearly. 

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511 notes - Posted April 16, 2022

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~☽ Moonstone ☾~ (Part One)

Fandom: Moon Knight(TV)

Rating: Mature/Explicit.

Pairing: Khonshu/Reader (unnamed cis!female)

Warnings: Violence, death, angst, oh, and smut.

Summary: Before Marc and Steven, before Arthur, Khonshu had another avatar. Well, hundreds of thousand of others, but this is the story of one in particular that Khonshu was fond of.

Far more than a god should be towards his avatar. Especially when that god isn't exactly known for his kindness or love.

**Warning**Mature Content. If you're underage, go else where.

Link to Moonstone on Ao3 | Moonstone Masterlist

You were a hot-headed young woman with a deep sense of justice, so it was only fair he offered you his powers on that fateful moonlit night. You were covered in bruises, blood seeping from your various wounds, but still stubbornly standing while the three would-be muggers fell at your feet. They had been armed with knives, outnumbered you, but while you had been armed with nothing but broken metal pipe and pure determination, you had defeated them. 

He could tell you were moments from meeting Anubis, but yet you still held his 'gaze' defiantly. He wondered if you could even see through the quickly swelling black eye, or understand what you were seeing. 

Granted, what mortal did when he first chose them? 

"Accept my gift, become my knight, and dole justice to more cretins like this," he spoke as he knelt down to your level. "In return, I will always protect you and heal your wounds."

You didn't flinch as his hand touched your face, reversing the damage done. The discoloration fled as the swelling faded, and he could see your eyes.Even as you took in his true visage, shock and surprise fluttering across your face, there wasn’t a hint of fear.

Something told him you would prove to be a worthy avatar. 

"Okay, weird hallucination," you finally agreed, trying discreetly to rub your healed jaw and hide your amazement. "I'll accept your gift. Hopefully, it'll at least keep me from a headache in the morning."

You suffered no pain when you woke the next day, though you did scream when he appeared while you ate your breakfast.

~☽☾~

You were the best avatar he had in such a long time, eagerly taking breaks from your studies (why study anatomy in a book when you could break someone's actual zygomatic bone) whenever he called. You quickly became his loyal companion as you walked next to him as an equal, basking in the moonlight. He enjoyed your discussions about everything and anything as you watched over those traveling at night. Bickering and bantering as he followed you down dark alleyways in chases. Or the moments he stole your breath as his wind carried you across rooftops when you tried to keep up with him. 

The ceremonial suit hugged your curves, protecting its softness from their prey. He could feel you through their shared power; that feminine softness hiding powerful muscles and an even stronger heart. Your weapon of choice mimicked his staff, balancing you as you planted your feet in the faces of criminals. He felt honored by your graceful swings and strikes, looking like a beautiful crane in a deadly dance. A dance for only him to enjoy as he called up the wind, both protecting and embracing you.

 A dance where you more often than not ended in his arms, catching your breath. Euphoria apparent in your eyes as you met his gaze, your head uncovered by his mask and hood so you could enjoy the cool night breeze against your heated skin. 

"Thank you." You'd grin up at him, your back braced against his chest as you looked up. He wanted to wrap his arms around you, but squeezed his staff tight instead. "Thank you so much for this life."

"I should thank you for your devotion, small one," He murmured. He took the chance to brush your hair from your eyes, relishing in the small touch he allowed himself despite wanting more. 

You were his Avatar. Fist of Justice. Protector of Travelers. His weapon filled with power to unleash vengeance on the world. 

Yet what he felt for you was far too soft for such titles. 

~☽☾~

He appeared in your small apartment, ready to whisk you away for a night of work. Typically, you relished the chance, usually otherwise stuck studying thick tomes of the modern era. Or having fallen asleep with them as a pillow. 

Instead, music filled the darkened place, lit by a sparse collection of candles. The wind flickered the flames as he passed; the smoke catching in the small whorls. 

He had no difficulty finding you. It was like a strand connected them, pulling him closer and closer. He could be in the Overvoid, and you could be anywhere on Earth, and he would find you in a heartbeat.

He froze, however, when he found you slowly dancing in the moonlit living room, a bottle of alcohol in one hand, dressed in some gauzy housecoat and underthings. The scene enraptured him, like watching a firefly dancing in the reeds of the Nile, so beautiful and haunting.

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702 notes - Posted April 16, 2022

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I posted 465 times in 2022

That's 465 more posts than 2021!

72 posts created (15%)

393 posts reblogged (85%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@go-askalice

@rowsandrows-of-roses

@jere-me--oh-my

@eilonwy-notjustgirl

@haveyoumet-dolores

I tagged 465 of my posts in 2022

#inspo - 44 posts

#isabela - 33 posts

#alice - 32 posts

#jeremy - 32 posts

#dolores - 24 posts

#tae - 23 posts

#eilonwy - 22 posts

#ollie - 19 posts

#clara - 17 posts

#pip - 16 posts

Longest Tag: 126 characters

#sorry i feel like i somehow have thrown mirabel at like every single one of your characters and now we have 7 thousand threads

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Mind The Gap | Jeribel

Jeremy Johnson was back in town!

Mirabel actually hadn’t seen him since last summer, before she’d left for school and he’d left for his gap year around the world. Part of her thought that idea sounded really cool, a once-in-a-lifetime thing like the volunteer who did the announcements at church described it when she welcomed Jeremy back. But part of her thought it sounded absolutely terrifying. If she could barely make it a few months away from her family, how the heck would she survive a whole year?

She was helping to set up the coffee and donuts afterward when she saw him walking over. “Hey, Jeremy!” Mirabel said brightly. They used to volunteer together, so Mirabel thought it was only right to catch up. Also, she did really want to know what he’d been up to. “Good to see you again. How was your trip?”

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@jere-me--oh-my​

23 notes - Posted August 21, 2022

#4

Speak To A Manager | Open

The first rehearsal after prom was... rough. Mirabel could admit that. And she didn’t blame anyone. She was distracted, herself, as texts from Antonio kept popping up on her laptop while she was supposed to be taking notes. But she couldn’t just not answer. Still, Mirabel found she had missed quite a few things, so she stuck around after rehearsal, trying to catch up on blocking and stage directions in case the cast needed the notes from her later.

She noticed someone had approached her while she was typing and looked up, quickly swiping the texts from Antonio away. “Hi!” she said, putting on a smile, even though she was actually very stressed. “Can I help you with something?”

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24 notes - Posted June 20, 2022

#3

Hot Wheels | Butterfly Hornet

Monday, November 14 — Neighborly Plotting: Plot a thread with your neighbor(s) using the demographic sheet. If you live somewhere like the Woods, where there are no house numbers, headcanon who you live near!

Okay, yes, Mirabel knew she shouldn’t be texting while biking, especially in the bumpy farmlands roads, but she had just been checking the time, and then she’d seen that she had a text from Alice, and then it was hopeless, she was entirely distracted, trying to think of something quippy and funny and maybe a little flirty— not too flirty— and then the next thing she knew she had crashed her bike right into some guy’s mailbox.

Mirabel yelped as she hit the concrete, though her windbreaker protected her from scrapes (she’d probably have a few bruises, though). “Ugggggh,” Mirabel groaned, slowly sitting up. She looked up to see— oh, great. The owner of the mailbox in question was right there, walking out of his house. “I promise, the mailbox is fine!” she said quickly. “It didn’t get damaged! I’m sorry!” Mirabel’s wrist, though— maybe another story.

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25 notes - Posted November 14, 2022

#2

On One Condition | Butterflight

After one practice, it was pretty evident: Mirabel needed to get in shape.

Rugby, it turned out, was a lot of running. And Mirabel wasn’t an athlete. She had only joined because a bunch of girls on her floor who seemed cool were joining, and also because her roommate was a very cool athlete and it made Mirabel want to be a cool athlete. It was uni, after all, right? The time to try new things?

The coach had suggested some extra conditioning if they were feeling winded at practice, and thankfully, another girl on the team, Eilonwy, had said that she went running in the mornings. It worked with Mirabel’s class schedule, so she set her alarm early and met Eilonwy at the entrance to the dorm, buzzing with excitement. 

“Okay! I’m ready. Sorry in advance if I slow us down,” Mirabel cautioned.

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@eilonwy-notjustgirl

28 notes - Posted September 12, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Coffee’s for Grown-Ups | Mirp

Mirabel had a lot of errands to run! She had people to see, jobs to apply for, things to pick up for dinner (okay, nobody had asked her to do that, but--) and.. okay, yeah, she was kind of avoiding Abuela. 

But mostly, Mirabel had a lot of errands to run! Which meant she needed to stop for coffee. Whenever she was home on breaks, it always surprised Mirabel how little Hatter’s had changed. It was kind of nice, to have something like that in a town that was always changing. The same drinks, the same decorations, the same people-- the same people!

“Hey, Pip!” Mirabel said cheerfully. She was choosing to have a really good attitude about running into all of these people who knew her-- taking a break from school was not a big deal unless she made it a big deal. So it wasn’t a big deal! “How’ve you been? Can I get a cold brew?”

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28 notes - Posted January 23, 2022

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SELFISH

Ch 3: You’re all fucking pathetic

Taglist : @crystal-yukio , @ruler-of-hades , @onigirinchanowo , @ellie3467 , @k1ngan0n , @demon-tears , @heizis , @soggywafle , @nukilol

(I’m so sorry if I couldn’t tag some of you <33)

Note: this idea is given by @obeyme-stuff so thank you for the wonderful idea<33

TW: Public humiliation, violence, minor cusses, mentions of disappearing forever [do let me know if I missed something angels <33]

These past few days had been nothing but hell for the brothers, the royals, the angels, and the two humans. You continued releasing embarrassing material of everyone acting out of character. It was mostly harmless, you wanted to save the best for the last. You were ruthless when it came to them. Everytime they tried to bring you down you always shut them up with little to no remorse. It always brought a smile to your face as you watched their faces, along with Cecilia’s twist into a frown. You closed your eyes and remembered an interaction you had a few hours ago.

“Mc?”

“What the fuck do you want”

“Has anyone told you how pathetic you actually are? Seriously, can you just disappear please?”

“Oh wow.”

“What? Don’t tell me it hurt you you pathetic bitch.”

“Nah, I sure do hope that you and your opinion means shit to me, Belphegor. Infact, why don’t you disappear? I’m sure no one needs a pathetic demon like you anyways.”

“How dare you, you-“

“Enough. You bore me. You always did.”

“What?”

“Yea! You never knew? You were such a fucking loser you know, ever since I met you in that attic. Maybe, I should’ve let you rot in there for as long as time. Now get lost, you pathetic murderer. Disappear, just like how your dearest family member once did.”

“I-“

“Now leave me alone, I could’ve finished a task without your interruption but no! Your lazy ass had to come in, get the fuck out and hopefully you’ll leave me alone. Get out you pathetic excuse of a demon.”

You watched his eyes, as a familiar sadness spread all over his face as he left with his fists balled. You smirked as you whispered loud enough for him to hear “what a loser, hope you get nightmares in your sleep you fucking baby.” His shoulders started shaking as you only giggled at his retreating form.

That interaction always put a smile on your face. Oh how you enjoyed tormenting them all. Especially Cecilia. You spread rumours about how she must’ve slept with all the brothers and the royals and the angels. Everywhere she went, all she was called now was a slut or a whore. And you? You ruthlessly manipulated her. You always pointed out how no one would love her or even look at her of it wasn’t for the brothers. You would also manipulate her into believing that if she didn’t try had enough, even the only source of live she had, would leave her too. It was fun, watching the initial pride she had in her, slowly fade as all she had was an empty look on her face. Like she wasn’t human. To rub even more salt in her wounds, you also instigated fights between you two just so her real nature would show, and it was more than successful considering how the demons would stick to you. As much as you did have fun with her, you couldn’t help but finally expose her once and for all, as you began the preparations for her unforgettable birthday party.

You skipped happily through the halls of RAD, to the newspaper club who were coincidentally incharge of today’s special day which was Cecilia’s birthday . “Mc!” Called Lamia as you happily walked towards her. “Hello human” greeted Mephistopheles as you nodded towards him. “That material you gave us was just pure gold, I got to tell you.” You merely nodded and smiled as Lamia clung to you. “Anyways, why was I called here?” “Lamia thought you would be perfect for today’s party . Plus, why would you turn away the opportunity to shame them all in front of RAD hmm?” Teased Mephistopheles. “Okay Barney.” You stated and walked off preparing for the assembly. He only chased after you while you laughed. Of course the angels noticed you laughing with the demons. “Didn’t know Mc was like that…” said luke. “Let them be luke. It seems like all they do is spend their time with demons, they have forgotten us. Let them be. Maybe they were always like that.” Said an irritated Simeon. “It’s time for the our Cecilia’s birthday, let’s go now.” He said as he gently dragged the little angel along. Of course as the assembly started, you came on the stage. “Hello RAD, how are you all doing on this fine day?” You were met with many cheers from the audience’s side. Cecilia was mad, of course. Even the prince’s smile vanished from his face as he saw you. His initial happiness and excitement was now replaced with Sadness and fear. “What are you planning Mc…”

“Now, as you all know, today is our THIRD EXCHANGE STUDENTS BIRTHDAY!! Let’s give her some cheers shall we?” You stated as you pointed at her. Cecilia, on the other hand, was feeling anxious. She shifted uncomfortably on her throne. “Stand up Cecilia! What’s wrong? We’ve prepared a surprise for you you know! Now stand up sweets~” you cooed as Mammon interrupted. “Hey human, you better stop this now. I’ll kill you I swear-“ “silence. Only speak when prompted, Mammon. I swear you are so crass.” You stated as you rolled your eyes and motioned him to sit down. “Now where were we? As yes! As you all can see, I’ve prepared a special video for not only Cecilia, but for the whole group there!” You stated as the lights shined on them. “Especially our beloved PRINCE DIAVOLO!” You stated as you immediately issued a command and a spell to keep the boys in place. “Now, start it please!” you stated as the lights went low and the video started playing. At first, it was all silly stuff Asmo wailed on about since it “ruined his flawless image.” It soon transitioned into highly controversial videos about everyone bashing or trash talking the entirety of RAD.

“Mc? Remember that one royal? They were horrendous. Who even runs their kingdom like that huh? Truly deplorable indeed. And not to mention how Diavolo always calls me into his shenanigans. Can’t he act like a proper prince for Devildom’s sake? I feel embarrassed whenever I’m with him.”

“Honestly, RAD sucks ya know? It’s nothing but a boring and a dingy place with Lucifer and Diavolo around. Like, how’s one supposed to even steal?! I’m glad I got away with stealing from the palace. Didn’t even know that Lord D could be that dumb.

“Ugh, I’d rather stay here than go physically to RAD. It’s lost it’s charm. That meeting the other day? What a bore really, I literally missed my ruri chan body pillow that day.”

And so on…

The brothers only became more infuriated. However, the next clip of the prince and his butler, was their final straw.

“RAD has been getting more and more disappointing lately Barbatos. I wonder why..”

“Maybe it’s because of the new exchange students young master. Everyone has been of no use to your plans.”

“That’s true. Not even Lucifer is of any help, since he’s nothing but a grumpy demon. Infact, the nobility is of no importance either. They’re just there doing nothing and sitting silly.”

“True. Maybe we should remove them?”

“I suppose you’re right. I’ll be taking the power into my hands then. Anyways let’s focus on our Cecilia’s party and then enact this. I’m sure she will love the new changes we’ve made. It’s her precious idea after all.”

“I suppose so too young master”

“Wow, hear that nobility? You all were just useless for them! And to think you would’ve lost everything if not for me! I wonder, just how much does he actually like you all RAD.” You stated nonchalantly as the video continued. Of course , the nobility of RAD immediately turned their sharp glares at Diavolo. You only giggled as you turned their attention towards you. “No bloodshed here demons~ you do understand it’s our queen’s birthday right~” “to hell with Cecilia” one member whispered. “Now. Finally, onto our Queen’s surprise!” You cheered as you ushered her to stand up. “Play the clip for me darlings~” you stated as everyone looked at the screen as Cecilia’s clip was playing.

“Honestly? Im surprised they chose me over Mc! I mean, who wouldn’t honestly, I’m much better looking than that pathetic sheep. Too bad though, imagine thinking I love them like come on! You think I’ll love a bunch of weirdos? Everyone here is ugly and it seems like I’m the only decent looking of the bunch! I even told Diavolo that he should fire the nobility of RAD! For what you ask? It’s because they bore me. So why not? The prince is so fucking dumb he believes everything I say! He’s so fucking dumb, they all are!”

“End clip please” and it immediately stopped.

The faces on everyone was hilarious, you only smiled as the video went on and as the atmosphere grew angry every second. Not at you, but at Cecilia and her “lovers” as she called them. Once the video ended, you immediately turned towards the audience as you asked with a bright smile on your face. “Well! Did everyone like it?”

Cecilia immediately shot up “How dare you! Were you invading my fucking privacy? You useless piece of trash! You bitch! You’ll pay for this!” only for you to glare at her. Mammon then shot up immediately defending her “Mc you pathetic bitch, how could you do this to us!” “Yes Mc, this is a matter of our privacy. You really enjoy riling us up don’t you? How low could you get really get” “Sit down.” “I’m still not done you know, can’t you keep your anger to yourself? Cecilia? You’re all fucking pathetic. There’s still so much to be said to you, you know.”

“The nights only started sweets~”

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ehehe I wrote down my thoughts for the caswen secret relationship au that I was blathering about in the tags on one of my incorrect quotes I am. so sorry you have to see this <33

so,,,, basically ricky and ej get together but they decide they don't really want everyone knowing about it just yet, and that's how the Secret Relationship starts.

ashlyn was the first person they told

it was only a week into their relationship but ej knew he needed someone to talk too and he wasn't used to keeping secrets from ashlyn anyway

(she totally knew something was up, ej would start a sentence and then stop and change the subject too often for him to actually have 'forgotten what he was saying')

they would've told big red at the same time but ricky got too nervous and it took him little longer

(ashlyns reaction definitely helped)

((also I imagine big red trying to keep the secret to be something like charles in b99 after rosa told him she was bi))

the next person they told was nini

it was a bit more awkward but they thought she should know separately since it was her ex-boyfriends dating

she took it as well as anyone could and promised to keep it a secret

gina figured it out

she's close friends with both the boys so of course she noticed

(that's what she told ricky and ej but the truth of the matter was she noticed nini acting different and looking at them a lot which led to her also paying more attention and maybe seeing them kiss once)

mike walked in on them kissing

it was really awkward and ricky never wanted to think about it again

(mike thought it was hilarious but made sure to let ricky know that he was happy for him- in the most embarrassing way possible of course, ricky wouldn't say but he was secretly really happy his dad was okay with it)

this leads to ricky having to tell lynne

it happened over text and was somehow even more awkward than with mike, she tried to do the same embarrassing but proud routine but it didn't really come across the same

ricky was happy she tried though and that's all that really matters

ej hadn't meant to tell kourtney

and maybe if he hadn't grown so used to calling ricky his boyfriend as much as possible since they got together it wouldn't have

(it was one of his favourite things now that they were dating, up there with the kissing and the cuddling and the dates and okay, there might not be anything ej didn't like about him and ricky finally dating,,,, but this was still pretty far up there)

it just turned out that saying it as often as he did mean it just sort of... slipped out

kourtney wasn't really sure what to do with it but she smiled and moved on without bringing it up again so they were thankful to her for that

carlos found out next, he asked them straight (🏳️‍🌈?) up what was going on between the two of them

of course, he never would have guessed that they were dating but he had been worried that they were fighting again

this is mainly because of how often they looked at each other and how weird they acted when they had to work together (which was actually because they wanted to hold hands but had to keep reminding themselves that they were a. not out and b. playing their roles)

they end up telling him because he seemed genuinely worried

they also agreed he could tell seb if he believed that he could keep it a secret

(this is way longer than I expected I haven't even got to the part I wanted too djfjd)

no one was really sure if miss jenn knew or not but one time she made a comment and at least 3 of their friends were jumping in with excuses and the others were all suddenly extremely interested in their phones

it was then (and only then) that ricky and ej realised that they had already kind of told everyone in their friendship group

only problem now was that everyone they told didn't know that everyone else knew

this meant they had to somehow let everyone know that everyone knew

so obviously they just started kissing at a party and left it there

(everyone tried to act shocked but soon it was just everyone doing the pointing spiderman meme and trying to figure out who knew last)

this is Much longer longer than I had expected,,,,, if you're still with me then you deserve an award skdjs

[missmorosis]

sweeter than you

part of my weeklong shopping spree! (one 500+ word drabble a day!!)

request from anons! <33

pairing: guard/masked man!oikawa x princess!reader genre: fluff to angst i believe!!, royal au,  w/c: 1.1k warnings: none!! a/n: OKAY I HAD NO IDEA WHAT A HISTORICAL AU WAS SO I WENT WITH A ROYAL ONE BAHDHDHD- also UUHHH ive never written for anything other than the canon era so BDBFJFJ HERE WE GOOOOOO

Princess Y/N L/N.

All the kingdoms knew your name. The one who was full of beauty. Full of grace.

All the men wanted you near them, likely for the power, which was why you held masquerade balls.

There was only one rule: you had to be royalty to enter the ball, just to ensure both safety and the pure, royalty bloodline that your father pressured on you so hard.

You couldn't say you loved these balls, despite holding them so often. You did, however, keep holding them so that you wouldn't judge others by power like everyone did to you. If you didn't know who these men were, you wouldn't be able to judge them based off of social class. Simple.

If only it were the same for you. You were required to keep a mask off at all times, because these balls were for you to find a new king, whom you were to marry. How would they approach you if they didn't know who you were, after all? Men had been coming and chatting with you all night, and not one of them appealed to you.

And great: another approached you.

The man in front of you certainly didn't seem bad... not that you could tell with his mask hiding most of his face. He said a quick hello, and his voice sounded like you heard it before. The one downside was that you couldn't necessarily see who you were talking to. Maybe he had approached you earlier?

"Miss Y/N, correct?" A small bow, polite, but powerful.

"Why yes, I'm charmed to meet you." A quick curtsy, as graceful as can be. "You here to find love?"

"Here for a chance to make my future brighter, so that would be a yes," he said inevitably. Of course he was: everybody was.

They were all looking for you, of course. Your hand in marriage was insanely important, but also insanely hard to get... especially because you already had your eyes on someone who was deemed "off-limits." By off limits, you meant that the one that has somehow captured your heart was merely a guard, and you needed someone of royal status.

Oikawa Tooru, the royal guard, had somehow managed to charm his way into your heart. The heart that so many were after.

Which reminded you...

"I must ask... are you of royal blood?" While it was a requirement to enter the ball, you had to make sure. You took a small sip of whatever drink was in your cup. It was likely a delightful punch: one of your favorites.

"Let's say I am not, what would then happen?" the man pressed.

You pondered for a moment, "Well then, all hopes of a chance at a future together would be crushed, I suppose." Another small sip, but this time, you hid a smile behind it.

"Well then, I am of royal blood." You bit your lip. Maybe this one had a chance? You weren't sure what it was, but he was special. With that thought, you chose to offer him a drink.

"Would you like... some punch?"

"I would be more than honored," he bowed once more. You smiled, pleased with how this was turning out, as you poured him a glass of the blood-red drink. "I could never be loved by anyone sweeter than you, princess."

The term "princess" had never been told to you so endearingly before, but you couldn't say it didn't make your heart skip. You felt your cheeks turn rosy; if it weren't for your mask, all of the guests around the ball would have seen you flustered beyond belief. The man in front of you seemed to notice: his eyes gleamed playfully.

Why was he different than the others? Why were you blushing? you asked yourself. Something about his aura was humble but arrogant, powerful and charming. It drew you in.

"Oh, I'm sure you don't mean that," you replied with a polite giggle, to which the stranger promptly kissed your knuckles on your left hand, aiming for the fourth finger from the right.

Where the wedding ring would traditionally go, you noted. You couldn't tell if that was intentional or not, but the gesture itself was touching enough. You also didn't know why your brain shifted to marriage.

"I assure you, I do," he whispered. You caught a glimpse of the sweet smirk on the other side of the mask this mysterious stranger was hiding behind.

His dark brown eyes bore into yours; the amethysts decorating his mask sparkled in your view, begging for the spotlight, but the real gem was his soft, comforting gaze.

A soft, comforting, and... familiar gaze.

"Do... do I know you?" You knew that you knew him... from somewhere. A wave of deja vu washed over you, but you couldn't quite place a finger on where you recognized him from.

"Miss-" His voice suddenly broke character as he switched from playful to desperate. He could no longer keep up the act.

Your fingers slowly reached for his mask, ready to pull it off, and it finally clicked. Cursing at yourself from falling too deep without noticing his true identity sooner, you didn't even need to take off the mask to know exactly who it was.

"...Tooru?" Your heart sank. "From the royal guard?"

You remember him now: the sweet, charming guard who was always by your side. The one who didn't let you out of their sight. The one who never failed to make you laugh, and the one who happened to be standing in front of you, posed as royalty.

The one who you named "the person who captured your heart."

"I'm so sorry-" He froze, not even knowing what to say now that he wasn't hiding in the safety of anonymity any longer. "I- I must go."

"Wait-" you reached for his wrist, making him pause momentarily.

"I could never belong to anyone sweeter than you, Miss Y/N," he pulled away from your grasp, your fingers grazing st the fingertips for just a second longer before he let go. "But alas, I am nothing but a guard."

As the eldest child, your responsibility was to marry royalty, and while the ever-so-charming Oikawa was right there for you, it was true that he wasn't royalty. You knew of this, of course, and you would eagerly get rid of this rule if it weren't for the consequences that came with it.

Oh, the sacrifices for love.

"Good bye," he whispered, before disappearing into the night, and never seen again.

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Pseudo Princess Pt.33

His Heir

07/07/2020

Pairing: King!Steve x Reader          Word Count: 5,876

Warnings: angst, childbirth, blood

A/N: I don’t really have anything to preface this with except to say that I saw this chapter very clearly in my head a few chapters back and it was fun getting it all tie up here. As always, if you happen to reblog, thanks so much for helping me spread my work! xoxo

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It all passes in a flash. Like a dream in quick snippets as your heart pounds with the stressful images that fill your mind.

There’s fear. It clouds your mind and paints the images with a looming midnight that seems to stretch on for ages.

The images are hazy. They’re gone before you can really focus but you see them, and your mind manages to make sense of them.

A heavy sword that makes your arms ache as you lift it to block a blow. An aching in your lower body as you stutter in a hallway, too scared to stop but in too much pain to carry on.

Your hair nearly pulled from your scalp. Gushing blood that coats your hands. A terrible blow against your cheek that sends you spilling to the floor.

The images shift but the fear is just as terrible. Grandmother’s aged white hair is a mess, strands falling out of the carefully gathered curls atop her head. Her skin is sticky, sweat dripping down along her temples and the heavy creases around her eyes as she fusses by your feet, your legs spread as Sharon paces behind her nervously, chewing on her thumbnail.

Your breathing is heavy, pained moans escaping your lips as you sit up and push with all your might.

“You’re doing wonderful, Y/N.” You follow the voice and meet storm blue eyes. Familiar. Loving.

Steve your brain provides.

The image shifts again and you’re flat on your back, shaking your head, body coated in sweat.

“I can’t…” You sob, voice weak. You’re clearly exhausted. “I can’t…”

“Yes, you can.” Steve’s voice is right by your ear. His hand clinging to yours as he pulls it to his lips and kisses it. “I have never known anyone with your strength, my flower. You can do this.”

Steve slides behind you, helping you sit up once again, holding your hands to give you something to hold onto.

You can feel the soft texture of his white puffed sleeve shirt. Despite the smudges of dust and blood on parts of his neck and arms, the subtle smell of pine and mint and something else that is only his and no one else’s fills your senses for one strengthening moment.

This King of men, believes in you.

He leans down to place his lips beside your ear. “I’m sorry that I can only hurt you. I’m so sorry but you must push, my petal.”

His quiet urging fills your chest with warmth but the pain snuffs it out almost as quickly as it appears. You obey him and groan as you push and your body nearly feels as if it’s being torn apart.

The images in your mind shift again and grandmother rushes away from you, holding something in her arms. She stops by a water basin, her back to you so that you cannot see.

“Steve…” You whisper weakly. “Where is he?”

“Agatha?” Steve asks, voice guarded as he helps you lay back down but you keep your body up as you strain to see Grandmother.

It’s so quiet…it stretches on forever, this moment of silence where you heart is in your throat and you exhaustion threatens to consume you.

“Steve…” You begin again, voice only just above a whisper. “Where is he?”

The images flash through your mind once again, so quick that it’s a blur and as a terrible fear floods your heart with that last image that seems to replay itself over and over, you gasp.

“Steve!” You cry out, still mostly asleep as the nightmare lingers.

“Here.” His voice comes from your right where you find him sitting in front of a dwindling fire. The cinders barely glowing with light.

Candles in their black metal braziers lining the walls every now and then fill the room with a soft yellow glow.

He rises slowly, his gaze drawn down to his chest and for one confusing moment you wonder what he’s looking at until he turns, and you hear the smallest whimper float out from his careful embrace.

You push yourself up eagerly, your heart suddenly racing as a happier memory of sweet relief fills your mind of a clear and lively crying. Newborn. Quivering little voice struggling with his first breath. A silence broken with the promise of a happy future.

“We’re right here.” Steve smiles, moving to sit beside you as you strain your neck to see your little one. “We’ve been waiting for you to wake.”

You sigh, your heart truly soaring as your eyes devour the little bundle all soft silky skin. Steve’s tone. Hair a little darker than his blonde but still on the lighter side. The lips are yours. Everything else seems to scream Steve.

“Do you want to hold her?” Steve asks, adjusting your daughter as you shift back so that your back rests against the headboard of your bed. Your new bed. One that you’d seen what feels like an age ago and you’d sworn never to sleep here. Ever.

But the sheets are a silver blue and the décor is a pastel yellow, silver blue peonies embroidered into cushions and blankets and curtains. Dark wood compliments the lighter colors and although this room is the room where you’d found Steve sleeping with another woman in his arms, it’s not the same room anymore.

This is so very much your room and though your mind is flooded with fuzzy memories of sleeping in here for what must have been days it feels new and foreign.

Steve holds her out for you. You take her carefully, this tiny little angel with her quiet coos as she settles into the shape of your arms. While you know that you must have been in this room for some time, this is most definitely the first time you’re holding your daughter.

Tears pour from your eyes and Steve reaches over to wipe them away. His hands, arms, and face now clean of blood and dirt.

A million questions fly through your mind. Instead of asking them, you ponder over the little one in your arms with her hay colored hair and rosy pink lips.

“I’m sorry, Steve.” You whisper, voice hoarse.

“Why my petal?” He scoots closer, hooking his hands around your waist as you continue to adjust yourself up some more.

“I-She’s a girl.” You shake your head, wondering how terrible his disappointment must be.

“What of it?” He brings his hand to your chin and tilts your gaze away from your daughter to his own quizzical storm blue eyes.

“You needed an heir.” You explain.

“And an heir I have. She will make a wonderful Queen. A strong Queen. Just like her mother.” Steve smiles, and there is truth in his words. You can’t find the trace of a lie in his declaration.

“You mean…you’ll accept her as your true heir?” You’re almost breathless with relief.

“Y/N, Broklin has never discriminated against the heir of the throne. The first born will always rule whether they are man or woman. Our daughter is first born, she will be queen, and the kingdom is safe. Not only is Pierce dead, but you’ve given birth to the first royal child since I was born. You should see the people. They have not stopped celebrating since we arrived with the news that our daughter has finally arrived.” Steve smiles, wiping the last few tears that roll across your cheeks.

“They’re really happy?” You smile, waiting for him to confirm it.

“Yes. They’re ecstatic and cannot wait to meet her when she’s older.” Steve caresses the back of your head before reaching down to stroke the Princess’s cheek. “Now that you’re awake, we’ll need to have those with title for a feast to meet her.”

“Do we have to?” You wonder, looking down at the beauty in your arms. She’s fast asleep, oblivious to you or Steve but she looks comfortable, swaddled in a luxuriously soft yellow blanket. Underneath you can see the long white dress of a newborn, a small bow tied just underneath her chin to keep it closed.

“Do you not feel well?” Steve wonders, caressing your head with a bit more force as he tries to catch your eye. “You’ve woken up a few times since we got back but this is the first time you’ve even asked about the baby.”

You meet his concerned gaze, surprised by this as you have no memory of waking up. “I…I feel fine. I’m just not eager to share her yet.”

Your confession deflates his worry and he settles in beside you, urging you closer with a simple flex of his arm. You adjust into the circle he provides and the three of you relax against the pile of pillows behind you.

“I understand the impulse. Unfortunately, we must present her. It’s tradition and it will give the people something to hold onto. If someone has seen her, then no one can dispute her validity as heir to the throne. The political sides of the crown are inescapable, my flower.” He sounds sorry about it too, but you understand why it’s necessary.

“Can we rest for a bit longer? Two days?” You look up at him, watching him watch your little girl. His eyes are full of love and admiration, deeper than you’ve ever seen on any man’s face.

He loves her so much and you are so grateful that he’s as good a man as you always thought he was.

“Take a week.” Steve relents. “You have a lot of bonding to make up with her, or so Grandmother tells me. I am not to take her from you again unless you ask me to. She was adamant.”

“Where is Grandmother?” You wonder, worried about the old woman after the sight of her in your memories.

“She’s in her cottage, resting. Ordered by her King.” Steve meets your eyes. “Don’t worry, she’s alright. She’ll no doubt show up again today as she has every day.”

“How long have I been sleeping?”

“Four days.” Steve sighs, wrapping you up a little tighter. You realize now that he’s been terrified. Worried out of his mind for you while you’ve been sleeping.

You know better than to focus on that however, and instead you look at your baby. “I’ve missed four days with her?”

“Don’t worry, my petal. I explained to her that you fought hard to keep her safe and you were only tired and resting so that when you woke, you could give her all the love that she deserves.” He smiles, reaching down with his free right hand to trace the shape of her nose.

“You haven’t left her side?” You check, though you know the answer as you watch her little face twitch at his touch.

“Never.” Steve assures you. “I will never leave her side.”

With a sigh you lean into his embrace, settling your head in the spot underneath his chin as he also relaxes, both of you watching your princess.

It fells like you and Steve sit in bed watching your daughter sleep for ages. You almost think he’s asleep until his lips press against your temple and you quickly turn to look up at him, lips puckered.

He smiles at you, pouring affection, before meeting your lips with a soft kiss.

There’s so much both of you need or perhaps it’s want to say, but instead you each pour it all into one long peck before you tear your eyes away from him to look back at your daughter. You can’t seem to get enough of watching her.

“I’ve been eager for you to wake for more than one reason. Before we can meet with the Lords of the kingdom, we have to name our princess.” Steve whispers.

“You haven’t picked one?” You ask, tilting your head as you consider the little life within your arms. What kind of woman do you hope she becomes? Her own woman. Her own person.

“I wanted to wait for you. We should do it together, though if I’m honest, I could not think of anything while you slept. How does one choose a name?” Steve wonders.

“It’s true, her name will follow her for life. It should represent who we hope she’ll become while also giving her the grace to shape that name into who she wants to be.” You rationalize as you continue to watch her, head cocked to one side.

If you’re honest, you’ve already chosen a name. It grows louder and more pronounced in your head the longer you sit there with her in your arms. The first two years of your marriage have been rocked with one trauma after the other. So much violence and uncertainty but also love once Steve came around. And even before he embraced you, Nat was always there with kind words and safety.

The name is one that you swore to forget. To purge from your life for all the pain it has caused you and yet, as you watch your daughter, it’s the only name you can think of. The only name that feels right.

“I want to call her Margaret.” You say. Voice even and thoughtful as you reach down to trace her cheek. She stirs but then settles quickly as you shush her and bounce her slowly.

“Why?” Steve sounds confused, but you don’t dare look at him. Your insecurity is still there, deep down within your heart where you will always hear him comparing you to his dearly departed first wife. You also know that he will never stop trying to make it up to you.

“Because she was important to you. Because you loved her, and she was strong and brave and because I want to love her too. Despite the negative affects her lingering presence had on our marriage when it began, she also helped us grow into who we are now. As a pair, you and I would not have been as strong, I don’t think, if Margaret hadn’t been there to divide us in the beginning.” You turn to look at him now, because you want him to know that you aren’t holding it against him.

“I want our daughter to grow up to be just as powerful as Margaret was. I want her to command someone’s heart the way Margaret commanded yours for so long. I also really need to stop hating her name simply because you spoke it often when I wished it were my name spilling from your lips.”

A terrible ache echoes within you as you remember Steve calling Maggie’s name while he slept with you. The memory is faded but so powerful to the way you developed in the castle that it will never go away.

“We don’t have to name her Margaret, Y/N. We can name her after your mother, or Natasha? She’d love that.”

“Steve…” You begin and he knows he won’t talk you out of it. “Do you hate it?”

“No, I-” Steve’s voice is suddenly thick. “-I just don’t want you to think that I wish in any way that this were me and Maggie. It’s only you for me. No one else, not even Maggie, can compare to how much you mean to me…well…”

Both of you look down at Margaret within your arms and both of you laugh.

“…Maybe this little Maggie might compare.” Steve relents. “But you’re my only love, never doubt it.”

You meet his eyes again and with a smile on your lips, kiss him again and again. You don’t stop until Margaret begins to stir and you know that she’s hungry.

Steve begins to rise, “I’ll get the wet nurse.”

“No!” You protest, grabbing his arm to pull him back down beside you. “No, I’ll feed her.”

You quickly reach down to expose your breast and adjust your princess until she’s positioned and gasp at how quickly she latches onto you.

Steve rushes to the dying embers of the fire and quickly stokes it, adding more wood so that the fire will build quickly. He moves back to you, fussing with a blanket as he wraps it around both you and Maggie so that you’re warm and comfortable.

You let him help, all smiles and careful watching of your girl. Finally, things feel just as they should.

~~~~~~~~~~

“Natasha and Bucky will be back tomorrow.” Steve crosses to you with a tray full of food, his hands steady.

Gracefully he lowers himself down onto the bed beside you as you watch Maggie sleep in her small cradle. Though small it is, simple it is not. It’s made of the finest irons and woods, embellished with shining pearls and velvety yellow fabric. The cushion within is plush, the rest of it lined in soft padding to keep her safe.

“I could sell this cradle and feed a village for half a year.” You frown, feeling a little guilty in the extravagance.

“Then when she’s outgrown it, we will sell it and do just that.” Steve places the tray of food on your lap and adjusts the pillow behind your back.

“Really?” You ask, hopeful.

“Of course. If that’s what you want to do. We could also keep it, as a keepsake. She may not use it again, but we will always remember her at this size if we save it. She may want to use it when she has her own children.”

You frown, hating the way his words make sense. Steve laughs but kisses your cheek before handing you a fork.

“Eat, my petal. You need to be strong for her.” He’s right about that, so you eat, stealing long looks at the baby in her bed.

“They didn’t have to come back so soon.” You feel guilty about Bucky and Natasha’s rushed return.

Steve had sent word to them that you’d woken up three days ago and they’d written back that they’d be home soon, but their letter arrived just before they would.

“They should enjoy their time alone together.” You lament.

“I’m sure they’ve made up for lost time.” Steve says with a smirk and you hit his gut knowing right where his mind has gone.

“They have every right to be eager. They’ve both wanted each other for so long. I don’t know how they could restrain themselves, to be honest.” You admit, cheeks flooding with heat as you give Steve a quick once over before going back to the breads and meats on your plate. “We should do something for them.”

“I already have.” Steve gets up and sits at a smaller desk that he’s had moved into his room so that he can be around you and Maggie as much as he wants while still dealing with Kingdom business. “I’ve given them a cottage up in the hills. It needs work, but Natasha and Bucky have asked me to hold off on orders for the renovation. I’m sure they’d like to decorate their home in their own style.”

“By cottage, do you mean a like Empire Cottage? Or like my home in Bright Rise?” You tease.

Steve huffs a laugh at your sass but continues to write busily while also keeping track of your conversation.

“Something in between. It’s much smaller than my mother’s cottage, but much larger than your small home. Should I pay to have that one renovated for you?” Steve wonders, the scratch of his quill coming a stop as he looks over at you while you chew in confusion.

“Why would we renovate my hut in Bright Rise?” You wonder.

Steve shrugs, setting his quill down as he leans back against his seat.

“I know that you have many unsavory memories there, but the village is quaint, and the scenery is lovely. If our daughter should ever want to know where her mother grew up, it might be nice to have a place we can all go should we decide to stay.” Steve smiles at you.

You lick your lips, swallow hard, and try to keep the sadness from showing on your face too much.

“Steve, I do not own that land. The house…was abandoned. I moved in there because nobody cared about it or me. The land still technically belongs to the person who left it there. It’s not mine to truly claim or to make a home. It was the shelter I needed-we needed at that time, but it was never my home. Not like here.” You explain.

Steve’s eyes sparkle mischievously before he nods. “Alright, we won’t renovate that hut.”

Despite his words, you know that he’s planning something. You recognize that glint in his eyes but don’t press the matter. You’d like to spend these moments with him in peace for as long as you can. Eventually you know that you’ll need to start speaking up, but just for now while your little one sleeps and your breakfast is tasty and the morning is so quiet, you want to cherish it.

As he leans over to resume his writing, there’s a knock on the door that puckers his brow. “Who could that be?”

Grandmother had already come to make her daily visit and Natasha and Bucky are not due until tomorrow…

Steve is up, pulling the door open just a crack as he peeks. Suddenly his back relaxes—or do his shoulders slump?—and with a sigh he looks at you and rolls his eyes.

“It’s for you.” He says, voice flat and full of annoyance.

As you chew the last of your toast, your curiosity is quenched as Thor’s smiling face pokes through the door.

“Little Bird!” He greets then lumbers through the door.

He’s a vision in a comfortable looking red tunic that fastens with golden buttons all the way up the high neck. Under that he wears a soft white shirt, long puffed sleeves carefully folded up to his elbows exposing thick veiny forearms with what looks like very fine golden hair. The blonde on his head is freshly washed, braided on one side and his cheeks are flushed with pink.

He’s already been digging into the ale.

“Are you seriously here to see me while you’re drunk?!” You demand, extremely happy to see him despite his state of inebriation.

“What?” He gasps, stopping at the foot of your bed. “I would never do you the dishonor of coming to see you in a drunken state.”

You squint at him and see that he’s not really drunk. There’s definitely alcohol in his system but it hasn’t impaired him.

Your lips break into a wide smile and Thor rumbles a laugh, pushing Steve aside as he hurries to sit beside you and pull you into an awkward hug over your empty tray of food.

He frowns, looking down at the obstacle and quickly grabs it then thrusts it into Steve’s chest as he walks by to move back to his desk.

“Get rid of this will you?” Thor orders, then settles in beside you more comfortably and pulls you into a rib cracking hug.

Steve glares at the tray then protests loudly when Thor hugs you.

“Thor! Be gentle! She’s still recovering from her attack and giving birth.” Steve gripes, moving to his desk where he drops the tray a little too loudly.

There’s a whimper from the cradle to your left and you quickly pull from Thor’s arms to take your little one from her bed and into your own supportive embrace.

She begins to coo and nearly begins to cry but as you settle back into Thor’s waiting arm, you reach up and trace the curve of her little nose from the tippy top all the way to the bottom.

She settles quickly, little hiccups of her breath escaping her rosebud lips as her eyes shut once more. She continues to breathe like that, a small wheeze of baby noise floating up to enchant all three of you as she sleeps.

“I’m sorry, Y/N.” Steve worries, moving closer to look her over.

You’re already shaking your head. “No. She’s alright. Just startled.”

Steve bites his lip. “I’m sorry my Maggie.”

Your heart goes into arrest and then you remember that it’s your little Maggie too that he means, and you feel relief calm your nerves.

“Maggie?” Thor asks, looking from you to Steve and then to the baby. “You didn’t seriously name her Margaret, did you?”

The anger in Thor’s voice is frightening and the air is suddenly filled with that same charge from his lightning.

“I chose it.” You say quickly, reaching over to place your hand over his.

He flips it over and takes yours, holding it back while he gives it a little squeeze.

“I wanted to name her Margaret. I couldn’t think of any other name that fit.” You explain. “She was important to more than just Steve, Thor. And she was strong and capable. I want our little Maggie to also be everything that Margaret was.”

Thor accepts your explanation, but he purses his lips for a second as he looks down at your beautiful Princess.

“Perhaps a little sweeter? A little gentler?” He suggests.

You almost speak, but Steve beats you to it. “Just like her mother. She’s perfection, Thor. Isn’t she gorgeous?”

All of you are watching her, eyes full of hearts for your little girl. In unison, smiles spread across your lips.

“She is indeed.” Thor agrees, then gives you a squeeze. “Congratulation, Little Bird. You’ve done a swell job.”

You smile wide as you meet his eyes. “I couldn’t have done it without Steve. He was there with me from beginning to end.”

“Not the very beginning.” Steve laments, moving closer to the two of you before stopping to caress the back of your head.

“You were there when it mattered.” You assure him.

“You did have us quite worried.” Thor tells you, frowning as he tears his eyes from your daughter to look at you. “How do you feel?”

“I’m tired.” You admit, feeling exhausted for reasons you don’t understand. “But otherwise, I’m alright.”

“I’m glad Lady Carter was there to help you.” Thor admits.

“Me too.” You nod. “Is she still here, Steve?”

“She is.” He moves back to his desk and settles in for more work. “She’s been waiting for you to feel better. She’d like an audience with you.”

“What?” You gasp, holding your baby closer. “Why didn’t you tell me earlier? She’s been waiting a whole week?”

“There’s no rush.” Steve looks downright confused with your reaction and blinks as he tries to understand it.

“Send her in, Steve.”

Thor begins to rise. “I’ll come back later. To see you and the little one. I’m off to Malibia.”

“Why?” You fuss, reaching to take his hand as he stands.

“You’ve got a very stubborn sister who demands to come see you and the Princess or she will cut off her hair and dance naked for all the guard to see. Or that’s what Tony has said she has threatened to do.” Thor chuckles. “I should get her here before she makes good on her word. Tony doesn’t think she will, but Pepper promises that Morgana will not hesitate.”

You’re laughing too by the time he finishes. “I don’t doubt it. Hurry back, Thor. I’ve missed you.”

He leans down to kiss the back of your hand and then gives Steve a quick friendly nod—Steve returns it though there s a small bit of ice in his eyes at that kiss to your hand—before sweeping from the room as quickly as he descended upon it.

“Why didn’t you tell me about Sharon?” You gripe, turning your head to look at Steve who looks thoughtful.

“I didn’t want you getting upset.” He admits. “I want you happy and healthy with our baby, marching through the castle making all of the guard swoon with both your beauty.”

“Steve-” You begin only to stop as the door is knocked on a second time.

“That’ll be Sam.” Steve informs you. “Come in, Sam.”

Sure enough, Sam moves through the doors, stopping with his hand still on the handle.

“I can’t wait until Barnes is back so that I can get back to my real work and stop operating as your personal doorman.” Sam teases.

“He’s married now. You’ll have to take over.” Steve says, returning the playful tone. “Is Sharon free?”

Sam glances at you nervously then back at his King. “Yes, she is. Why?”

“Send her in, Samuel.” Steve orders, putting an end to whatever questions Sam has but isn’t asking.

“Have you seen our Maggie, Sam?” You ask, wondering if Steve has told all of your friends to stay away while you recover.

Sam’s eyes sparkle in excitement but then dull as he hesitates when you speak her name.

“M-Maggie?” Sam asks, edging his way towards you.

“We’ve named her Margaret.” You explain. “I wanted to honor her in some way.”

“Hm.” Sam says, but turns his eyes on your daughter. “She’s as cute as a baby bunny.”

You smile and nod. “Can I count on you, Sam? To protect those most precious to me?”

The request is random, and you know that this freezes both Sam and Steve as they digest the words you’ve spoken.

“I haven’t made many decrees as Queen of Broklin, but you are a man with unparalleled skills. Peter will always be here to protect me and by extension, Maggie but I need someone who will only think of her. I need someone who will drop everything and put her life before everyone else’s. Even Steve and I.” You clarify.

“Can you do it, Sam? Can you be her protector? Her guardian angel?” You ask, watching his guarded expression as it softens and then settles on your little one again.

“Of course, I will.” He reaches down to stroke her cheek. She doesn’t stir. “I will defend her, with my life.”

You and Steve exchange a look of relief before you relax again, adjusting Maggie a little closer to your chest.

She coos but continues to sleep.

“Sam?” Steve says, “Please send Sharon in for her Majesty.”

Sam gives you a bow then goes to fetch Sharon who actually doesn’t take long to arrive. You’d be lying if you said your nerves weren’t on edge as the knock finally comes. Steve clears his throat and looks to meet your gaze.

“Shall I leave you two?” He wonders, giving you the option of facing Sharon alone.

“I have nothing to say to her that you can’t hear.” You assure him.

“Come in, Sharon.” Steve calls.

With your little girl in your arms, you have all the strength to face the woman who saved your life. Still, with your belly still there along with your exhaustion, you can’t help but feel a little jealous of the sleek black dress that she’s wearing, raven feathers along the shoulders to accentuate the curve of her neck. Her blonde hair is pulled back a little, black pearl clasps holding it in place.

Her cheeks are flush with a nervous blush, her eyes wide and searching. She finds Steve first and smiles brightly at the sight of him.

“Steve…” She begins, moving in further until finally she scans the bed and finds you sitting up, tense. Maggie fast asleep. “Your Majesty.”

The sudden frenzy in her eyes makes you feel slightly guilty.

“Hello, Lady Carter.” You offer a smile.

“Oh, please, call me Sharon.” She looks chastised though you haven’t said anything to indicate any displeasure with her.

“Sharon…” You begin, taking a deep breath before sparing Steve a glance. He’s so polite however, that you find him staring intently at his paperwork, his quill propped to write but it isn’t moving. He’s listening hard, trying not to look. “Come closer.”

You tap the right side of your bed and watch her until she’s sitting beside you, her eyes glue to Maggie.

Rather than introduce her right away, you want to say what you need to before you let the pleasantries really flow.

With her right beside you, you feel a sense of calm overcome you and you lean back against the headboard to relax.

“Are you alright?” She worries, probably seeing how tired you are.

“I’m a little tired. The past week hasn’t been the easiest for me.” You smile. “Sharon, I feel I need to thank you.”

“Oh, no. Your Majesty-”

“Please,” You sigh. “Let me finish.”

She shuts her lips, pressing them into a straight line to force herself quiet.

“You and I didn’t exactly start off on the right foot.” You acknowledge.

And despite your desires for her to stop speaking, “Your Majesty, I should apologize. I had no right invading the sanctity of your marriage. Really, I’m very sorry to you both.”

“Sharon…” You try again.

“Right, sorry.” She bites her lip.

“All I want to say is that I am so thankful for your presence at my father’s castle. If it had not been for you, we would not be here. You saved my daughter’s life, if there is anything that you want or need, I will do all that I can to ensure that you have it.” You promise, then look to Steve who is now watching both of you intently. “Well, anything except for my husband.”

Your teasing makes her smile and you laugh with her when she chuckles.

“Truly.” You try again. “Thank you. I can never repay you for what you’ve given me.”

Sharon can only smile.

In your arms, Maggie stirs and her little eyes open. She almost seems to be in a daze, her eyes moving but unfocused. She shuts them again but makes more noise.

“Well, hello there, my Princess.” You greet her, and she coos in return her eyes open once more as she searches for you.

“She’s beautiful, your Majesties. She looks like you, Steve.” Sharon admires. “Have you chosen a name?”

“We have.” You nod, looking to Steve who smiles with only half of his mouth. It’s a sheepish grin, proud and happy. “We named her Margaret.”

Sharon’s face is robbed of all expression as she tears her eyes from your daughter to you, Steve, and then back to the little one in your arms.

“You named her after Maggie?” She asks, voice weak and quiet with emotion.

“Considering the fight she was born in, I thought it was appropriate to name her after another strong warrior.” You boast.

Another knock on your door steals the focus from your baby as Sam re-enters the room in a hurry.

“Sam?” Steve checks.

Sam moves to him and hands him a scroll, seal already broken but says nothing.

Suddenly wary, you and Sharon both watch the two men as Steve reads for only a few moments before he’s up out of his seat and flying from the room with Sam hot on his heels.

“Steve?” You call after him, a deep worry settling into the base of your stomach.

“Don’t worry.” Sharon offers. “Steve’s dramatic. I’m sure it’s nothing.”

As much as you wish you could believe her, you know very well that Sharon is only trying to appease you and that something must be very wrong.

[yandere-daze]

Yandere Writing Prompts

After seeing some lists go around I decided to write my own!

Feel free to request stuff from this or to use these prompts yourself!

If you want to request something from this please add the number / and or the prompt itself into the ask. You can request up to three prompts at once for a character and I will then write a short scenario for it!

Hope you like these!!

1. " I love you so much you have no idea."

2. " Please pay attention to me!"

3. ". They tried to take you away from me! I had to do something!"

4. " I'm only doing this to keep you safe!"

5. " Just what do you think you're doing? Put that phone down!"

6. "Please don't ever leave me!"

7. "Now we can finally be together forever!"

8. "Please don't make this harder than it needs to be."

9. " I'm sorry darling but I cannot help but be jealous when you talk to other people."

10. " Why cant you just say you love me??!"

11. " You think I'm a monster? You're the one that made me like this!"

12. " Shhh please be quiet. Everything will be okay."

13. " Darling , did you miss me as much as I missed you?"

14. " Darling why are you crying? I took care of the problem!"

15. " You might not understand now but you will thank me later."

16. " I would do anything to make you stay."

17. " Can't you see that we're perfect for each other?"

18. " Why are you trying to leave?? Aren't you happy?! "

19. " Please don't cry. Show me the smile I love so much! "

20. " I can't live without you anymore!"

21. " I want this moment to last forever. "

22. " You're safe here in my arms."

23. " Please don't scream at me like that. You know how much it hurts me."

24. " It's okay for you to love me."

25. " Why won't you talk to me anymore?"

26. " What did I do wrong?"

27. " What's so special about them?"

28. " What do they have that I don't?! "

29. " Stop denying our love! Stop denying our future together!! "

30. " Only you can make me feel alive."

31. " You're the only one that truly understands me."

32. " I just can't let you go."

33. " Kissing you like this is all I ever wanted."

34. " You look so peaceful when you sleep."

35. " Why did you lock your window last night? I wasn't able to see you!"

36. " Your lipstick is missing? I wonder where it went."

37. " Never look at anyone else ever again."

38. " Only look at me with these pretty eyes of yours."

39. " You're mine. You know that right?"

40. " No one else can love you like I do."

41. " I'm all you have left now."

42. " Don't struggle. This is for the best."

43. " They didn't know you belong to me so I had to get rid of them!"

44. " Did you really think you could escape? "

45. " I've been dreaming about this since I first saw you."

46. " I was the one that wrote that love letter !"

47. " I'm already dreaming of our wedding. Can you imagine it?"

48. " The dress/suit I chose looks wonderful on you, darling."

49. " You haven't been paying enough attention to me lately, so I had to do something about it."

50. " I don't care if your eyes are filled with love or hate, I just want you to look at me."

51."I bought you your favorite flowers! Don't worry about how I knew you liked them."

52. " My eyes will always be on you."

53. " I can't think about anything other than you."

54. " I always think about you. "

55. " I can't bear the thought of you being with anyone else."

56. " You don't understand! I had to shelter you from this cruel world!"

57. " You can't escape my love."

58. " My life is so bleak without you."

59. " Promise you will never leave me."

60. " This mark is to show everyone that you're mine."

61. " You want to hang out with your friends? Let me tag along so I can keep an eye on you."

62. " You want to see your friends? They aren't worthy of your kindness."

63. " Please tell me everything is okay. I just want you to forgive me!"

64. " These chains are to ensure that you can never leave me."

65. " You'll love your new home! I decorated it just like you always wanted!"

66. " You want to go home? You're already home."

67. " Nothing can separate us now."

68. " I want your face to be the first thing I see when I wake up."

69. " They thought they could tear us apart so I had to put a stop to them!"

70. " Can't you see that we're meant to be together? "

71. " From the moment I saw you , I knew you were the one for me."

72. " Your lips are as soft as I imagined them to be."

73. " Holding you like this , having you with me, is pure bliss."

74. " I can't imagine life without you anymore."

75. " I'm doing this for you! Why are you trying to stop me?!"

76. " I'd do anything to ensure our happiness. "

77. " Hold my hand and never let go."

78. " Oh these photos? I took them so I could look at you whenever I wanted."

79. " Don't be scared. I don't want to hurt you."

80. " This hurts me way more than it hurts you."

81. " I know everything about you darling , we're perfect for each other. "

82. " You really thought you could keep your little boyfriend/girlfriend secret from me?"

83. " I just want to show you how much I love you."

84. " Did they bother you again? Just let me deal with them!"

85. " I love seeing you so submissive. Give in to me."

86. " Don't struggle. It will only make things harder."

87. " What do I need to do to make you love me back?"

88. " I did it out of love!"

89. " This world doesn't deserve someone as sweet as you."

90. " If you beg enough I might consider loosening these chains."

91. " Say you won't let go of me."

92. " I've known you for a lot longer than you think."

93. " You agreed to be mine so you must feel the same!"

94. " My heart screams out for you. I can't keep my distance anymore."

95. " At least pretend you love me!'

96. " You will grow to love me back I just know it!"

97. " You don't have to pretend you love that fool anymore! I got rid of them for you!"

98. " Please be good for me. I don't want to hurt you."

99. " Say you love me! Please say you love me! It's all I want to hear for the rest of my life!"

100. " I will kiss you until your lips bleed. Just let me have this , I wanted to do this for so long."

[cotccotc]

𝐥𝐞𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐡𝐨 ⚡︎ “𝒓𝒖𝒎𝒐𝒓 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒊𝒕”

☆ summary: rumors cause a rift between you and your boyfriend. can you find an answer before things get too intense?

❑ 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 { ☁️ anon ♥︎ }

☆ genre/s: angst, a bit of fluff, established relationship, high school!au, boyfriend!minho x reader, feat. best friend!hyunjin, bully!chan (I’M SORRY), + songwriter!changbin for like 2 secs

☆ warnings: swearing, mentions of anxiety, physical violence, blood, [ this isn’t really a warning but y/n is lowkey a bad*ss so… go u ], toxic masculinity...?

☆ one-shot, 4.5k words

☆ a/n: i hope y’all enjoy this one! especially you, lovely ☁️ anon <33 it’s a bit intense but who would i be if i didn’t get carried away?? (p.s. i’m sorry this took so long!)

☆ tags: @magglesx

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minho had been distant for a few days and you couldn’t really tell why. as far as you knew, you hadn’t done anything to upset him. in fact, the week before, you planned your first date in a while and made sure it was extra special due to the busy school schedules that tended to keep you apart. of course, the date included going you paying for the meal at your shared favorite restaurant on the nicer side of town, as well as coming back to your house for some much needed cuddle time. he may not seem like it from the outside, but your boyfriend was a major cuddle bug.

yet, suddenly, you felt as though he was avoiding you.

your boyfriend was normally a little hesitant to flirt with you or initiate pda at school, which you completely understood. he had a pretty edgy image and was known as the sarcastic, rebellious friend in your friend group. therefore, he loved his intimidating demeanor and he did whatever he could to keep it up.

but this was different.

whenever you’d text him, he would take longer to reply and the texts would be drier than ever before. one word answers became the norm, with the occasional addition of an “lol”. and he completely stopped answering your calls. deciding to give him some space, you stopped trying.

even minho’s friends seemed to be avoiding you. for instance, you stumbled across changbin in the library during your free period one day. he was sitting on the floor in one of the back aisles of books, scrolling on his phone. you assumed he was hiding out there discreetly so as to not get caught on his phone. you sat beside him with a giggle.

“you know, i never pictured you as a bookworm,” you softly teased him. changbin let out a faint chuckle, not bothering to look you in the eye and instead concentrating on whatever he was working on. disregarding his odd reaction, you asked, “what’s so important you can’t wait until lunch to see it?”

“i’m writing,” he responded dryly. changbin was the most esteemed songwriter at your school. everyone knew he wrote songs for himself and other people, and whenever he was free, he’d be writing.

“...would you like to share any?” you asked, peeking at his screen. he normally wasn’t hesitant to share his lyrics and you always enjoyed hearing his poetic inner thoughts.

“um… not today.” he glanced up at you for a split second before going back to his phone. he even went so far as to tilt the screen away from you. at this point, you became hyperaware of the fact that you had done something wrong. was i being too nosy? you asked yourself. “sorry,” he continued.

you looked down at your lap, in which you awkwardly picked at the skin on your fingers. “it’s ok, i get it. i bet they’re great though,” you offered bleakly, trying to remain supportive of your friend despite how annoying you must have been. that was definitely not what you needed after beginning to feel your boyfriend drifting away from you. first minho, and now your friends?

“thanks,” changbin replied coldly. and with that the bell rang. you could have sworn changbin seemed thankful for the end of the period, as he picked up his bag and locked his phone as soon as the bell sounded. with a bleak wave and sideways glance, he was off. and there you were, sitting on the floor of the library, alone. and confused.

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it was a chilly wednesday morning in november. the past few days had been a bit torturous without your boyfriend’s usual sneaky expressions of affection. you were in math class, seated cozily in the back of the classroom next to hyunjin, another mutual friend of yours and your boyfriend’s. the desks were arranged in pairs and you and hyunjin had no other friends in the class, which led to the two of you becoming close during the past few months. yet, you still hadn’t told him about what was troubling you. while the teacher was answering questions about your homework assignment from the night before, you decided to talk to hyunjin about minho.

“jinnie,” you whispered as your friend kept his head down, his brow furrowing at the problems on his page.

“not right now, y/n. i’m trying to work.” just like changbin the other day, hyunjin kept looking at the page in front of him with a sense of irritation.

you looked down at his paper and then at the problems scrawled across the blackboard at the front of the room. “but you got all of them right,” you countered.

“...okay, fine. what’s up?” he whispered back to you, finally looking you in the eye with an exasperated expression. now, hyunjin was a known drama king. he had his occasional grumpy moments, especially during your morning class, but he never looked at you with the expression he did in that moment. it was a mixture of irritation and passive aggression, as he attempted to keep a straight face.

disregarding hyunjin’s obvious shift in tone from other days, you decided to be straight forward and asked him, “has minho been acting off lately? he’s not responding to any of my messages and i barely see him in the halls anymore.”

“he’s…” hyunjin squinted a bit, feeling around in his mind for the right words to say. “he’s probably just going through something. give him some space for a little while.”

you chuckle, rolling your eyes. “that’ll be easy. he’s avoiding me like the plague.”

“really?”

you were surprised at hyunjin’s disbelief, as he was making it seem like he knew what was wrong with minho. “yes,” you said in what still felt like a whisper but really wasn’t.

“miss y/l/n,” your teacher reprimanded from the front of the room.

“my apologies,” you said bleakly with a hint of sarcasm. minho’s antics were really starting to get to your head. thankfully, your teacher disregarded your tone.

once the teacher resumed instruction, hyunjin turned back to you. “have you heard… the rumors?”

“what rumors?” you replied, quieter than before. “about me?”

he paused, confused. “you seriously haven’t heard?”

“hyunjin; you, minho, and the rest of the guys are my only friends. unless any of you told me, i know nothing.”

the blonde boy looked back down at his paper, still just as puzzled.

“what rumors are you talking about?”

slightly cutting you off, your teacher called your name once again, with more force.

soon thereafter, the bell rang and hyunjin left before you got the chance to question him further.

you couldn’t help but feel guilty. for what? you weren’t sure. but something bad was going on in your boyfriend’s life and you couldn’t do anything about it. and even his friends, who were equally as close to you, must have known what was bothering him.

so why couldn’t he confide in you?

a day passed and you were more sure than ever that everybody except hyunjin was avoiding you. what made things worse was whenever you’d pass minho in the halls and he’d shrug you off like he barely even knew you. he’d either become vague or walk away after giving you a short response. at this point, any and all forms of affection had become nonexistent.

whenever you entered a crowded hall, people you didn’t even know gave you odd looks. and, it would become more frequent whenever you were with minho. he’d always look around, observing their glances. that would always be his cue to leave.

in fact, even jeongin would swerve as soon as he saw you in the hallways. out of all the members of your friend group, he was the least likely to hold any sort of grudge, so you were troubled by his reaction to whatever secret drama there seemed to be.

if there was a rumor being spread about you, wouldn’t you deserve to know what it is? but then again, how would you confront anyone about it without sounding paranoid or narcissistic?

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thursday came and went, leaving you with the final day of the school week. you had gotten used to the slight stares and whispers that surrounded you, despite your lingering confusion. school had ended twenty minutes ago, and you were waiting on a bench outside the school for your mom to pick you up. she was running late.

suddenly, the double doors opened up, revealing your boyfriend who walked alongside hyunjin. the two were laughing. it was honestly refreshing to see minho smile after not having seen him happy for a whole week. you caught the boys’ attention from a bit of a distance. minho waved at you, taking a deep breath. you waved and smiled back, trying to pretend everything was fine. that was until he turned around, gesturing for hyunjin to follow him in the opposite direction. your mood and expression instantly dropped.

but then, hyunjin paused, playfully punching minho’s arm and pointing in your direction. you couldn’t tell what they were saying, but you were incredibly grateful for hyunjin’s actions as minho refocused his path to you. as the two parted ways, you and hyunjin exchanged a wave.

at least someone had your back.

your boyfriend approached you. he chose not to sit down, opting instead to simply place his bag next to yours on the bench. he squinted at the sun, which poked out from the other side of the building. “hey.”

“hi…”

you were sick of playing games. you wanted answers.

“what’s wrong, minho?”

“...what? what are you talking about?” he bluffed, his hands clasped behind his back.

“come on. i know there’s something that’s been bothering you. you’ve been avoiding me all week.”

he adjusted his sweatshirt, placed his hands in his pockets. staring off into the distance, he questioned, “why’d you do it?”.

huh?

“what?” you asked in response. maybe this had something to do with his sudden coldness toward you. however, in disbelief from minho’s current emotional state, you maintained an innocent, slightly scared demeanor.

“why’d you tell everybody i’m a sap?”

“what the hell are you talking about?” you raised your voice a bit, beginning to get upset at minho’s accusation.

“that i make you get the bill at every restaurant, that i’d get lost if i wasn’t holding your hand…” at this point, he was counting on his fingers. you were getting more and more anxious by the second. so this is the rumor hyunjin was talking about…

you were so shocked. you looked away from him for a second, trying to process everything. your stomach was doing flips. you didn’t know whether to apologize immediately regardless of your innocence, try to explain your uninvolvement in this, or simply stay silent.

“don’t play dumb with me,” he remarked. “i know it was you.”

this was the most stern he’d ever been with you. especially while alone together. he furrowed his brow, his eyes staring into yours with intensity. you could tell he was angry, but you didn’t know at what.

your eyes dart back up into his. this time, it was your expression that scared him. you never usually got very frustrated with him, as this was your first time having a major communication issue with each other. this feeling was as new to him as it was to you.

but that didn’t matter in that moment.

you got up from your seat and took a step toward your boyfriend. despite your initial fear, that comment was the last straw. all of the emotions you’d suppressed throughout the week came to a head as you stood up for yourself.

“i’m not fucking dumb, nor do i claim to be. for your information, i had no idea a rumor was spreading about you until hyunjin told me. i also didn’t know what it was about until you told me just now. so next time, be upfront about your feelings before you make any assumptions about me.” you paused for a second, unclenching the fists that you hadn’t even realized you were clenching in the first place.

minho was shocked. rightfully so. that was the most riled up he’d ever seen you. he felt so terrible, having ignored you for nothing. how could he have doubted you? what could have driven you to say such stupid, petty stuff about him? you loved him. you always did. but he was too blinded by his ego to see it.

tears rose to your eyes once you finally released the extent of your aggression. you attempted to blink them away, but when you couldn’t, you let out an involuntary “i’m sorry.” you were barely able to use your full voice as tears began dripping down from your eyes and onto your cheeks.

minho wrapped his arms around your shoulders, pulling you in tight. his expression softened. “...don’t be. this was all my fault. i’m an asshole.” he used one hand to stroke your hair as he spoke with urgency. he felt you shaking beneath him, causing tears to poke at his own eyes as you released yours.

while pressed up against him and sobbing quietly into the fabric of his black crewneck, you wrapped your arms around his waist, settling into his embrace. “no you’re not,” you muttered in between sniffles. “you didn’t know.”

“but i should have.” he released you from his hold and places his hands on your shoulders. “this could’ve been taken care of a week ago if i just talked to you about it instead of being a dick.”

you took a deep breath as your face began to cool down a bit. “you were being a dick…” you joked (although, it was justified). he laughed a bit at your comment, but he was still very serious about this.

“you don’t have to forgive me right away, or ever. i know i can’t forgive myself for making you feel like that.” it was then that you realized he was on the verge of crying just as you had been. “ugh! and that comment i made earlier! fuck-” a single tear fell from one of his pitch dark eyes and onto his cheek, cutting him off as he was about to continue. he looked away, trying to collect himself.

“let it out,” you advised, reaching your hand up to wipe away the tear. he looked back at you with pursed lips, other tears evident in his eyes. “there’s no point trying to salvage a bad boy image when it’s just you and me.” you smiled, trying to lighten the mood a bit so you can talk without becoming too emotional. but that seemed impossible.

“you’re right. i shouldn’t care so much.” he began stroking your hair again. you close your stinging eyes and let him. after a pause, however, he grabs your attention again. “i’m gonna find out who started the rumor.” his voice lowered as the anger began bubbling up inside him once again.

“minho, don’t worry about it. it’ll pass.” you unwrap your hands from his waist and reposition them around his neck, drawing his forehead closer to yours. you rub the nape of his neck with your fingertips, lightly combing through his jet black hair.

suddenly, you both became startled as you heard the faint sound of laughter, as well as the sound of a car pulling up behind you. minho turned around and you peeked out to the side. a group of boys sat inside a black mini van, parked along the curb in front of the sidewalk on which you stood. they were all laughing.

“is baby having a fit?” said chan, one of the popular boys in your grade, from the passenger seat. he was referring to minho.

chan was always up to no good, and you usually tried to steer clear of him and his friends in the halls. it immediately clicked in yours and minho’s mind that he must have been behind all of this drama. then, you realized how enraged minho must have been feeling and grabbed onto his sweatshirt sleeve for protection.

“so it was you,” minho said to chan. he sounded almost too calm.

walking toward your boyfriend with his hands behind his back, chan replied, “word travels fast when you find out someone’s not who he says he is. oh! y/n, that reminds me,” the smile on chan’s face was almost sickening to you as he shifted his attention to you. “my aunt’s looking for a babysitter. based on your resume,” he gestured to minho, “you seem like the perfect fit.”

before you could even react, minho turned around and removed your hand from his sleeve, giving it a quick kiss. “give me a minute, yeah?”

and with that, he spun back toward chan and swung a fist at his face with a loud grunt. you gasped, covering your mouth. chan stumbled slightly to the side, covering the side of his lip with his hand. when he rose again and uncovered it, you could see a patch of blood at the corner of his mouth. he wiped it away with a smirk.

“y/n, get inside, now,” minho demanded, still facing chan. he tried not to be too forceful, but this was important. he couldn’t risk you getting hurt even more than what he had caused.

you were at a loss for words. it was like you were frozen, unable to think of what to do or say or who to call. your feet remained planted on the ground as your heart raced with an intensity you’d never felt before. you could almost hear it.

chan laughed again, only this time it was laced with anger. “why would she listen to you? we all know you don’t call the shots.” you could hear chan’s friends reacting the whole time. ‘oohs’ and ‘ahs’, laughter and snarky remarks.

that was the last straw for minho. he swung his fist back at chan’s face, except chan was able to catch it before it hit him. he pushed minho back, almost bumping into you. you were still unable to move, your mouth agape. you were absolutely horrified, and you couldn’t tell whether it was because your boyfriend started a fight or because he was in danger of getting hurt.

minho caught his balance, lunging toward chan again, his fist once again outstretched. this time, he missed, giving chan just enough time to thrust his own fist directly out at minho’s stomach. your boyfriend let out an audible expression of pain, squeezing his arms tightly around himself. to make matters worse, chan wasn’t done. he used the same fist to hit minho with an uppercut to the nose. minho fell to the ground, just missing where you stood. he landed on his palms, droplets of crimson liquid dripping from his nose onto the pavement. you called out his name, finally breaking out of your frozen state to drop to the ground and cradle your boyfriend’s upper body in your arms.

the sight was astounding, to say the least. tears lingered in and around minho’s deep, weary eyes as they looked up into yours. however, you were too concentrated on his afflictions to notice the love and guilt emanating from his gaze. his lip quivered, scarlet blood trickling down onto it. disregarding the damage it might do, you used the sleeve of your sweater to wipe some away. your vision was blurry due to the hot tears prickling through to the surface of your eyes.

chan chuckled once again, his laugh ringing in your ears. “that’s what i thought.” the turned around, blotting the blood on his lip and being commended by his idiot friends. as you watched chan begin making his exit toward the car, minho tugged on your sleeve. you glanced back down at him through hazy eyes. he placed his index finger to his lips, making a silent ‘shh’ face. he then slipped out of your grasp, using his stinging palms to guide himself off of the ground and stand up. he lunged at chan again.

minho grabbed chan’s left arm, swinging it behind his back and holding his shoulder down. the pressure he applied left chan’s arm feeling as though it could snap at any moment. he rithed and pleaded for minho to stop, but he didn’t. chan’s friends fell silent, but - similarly to you - they were too stunned and cowardly to break up the fight.

“look, pretty boy,” minho growled. “you can tell your friends whatever the fuck you want about me, alright? but what goes on between me and my girlfriend is none of your business. understood?”

in between groans and tugs, chan replied, “y-yes… ah… let me… g-go!”

“not until you tell me how it all started.” after chan neglected to respond, your boyfriend tightened his grip on chan’s arm, bringing it even closer to breaking. “hm?” he teased, a smirk pulling at the ends of his lips as he could feel chan beginning to comply.

“i saw you- fuck… at the restaurant…” minho was confused, until he remembered you insisting on paying the bill on your last date. “she paid for you… what a… gentlewoman- shit!” even when under extreme conditions, he still couldn’t give it a rest.

mercy had completely left minho’s eyes as he yanked on chan’s arm once more, releasing a cry from the helpless troublemaker.

however, that’s when you heard a teacher call out to them from the school’s entrance. “boys!” she exclaimed, beginning to approach the scene. “break it up!”

everyone, minho included, immediately shifted their gaze to the woman. chan was then able to break free from minho’s hold, rushing back into the car where he initially arrived. as the driver hit the gas and quickly directed the car out of the parking lot, minho shot his eyes at you. you swiftly grabbed your bags, and then his hand.

and then, you ran.

｡･ﾟﾟ･ ⚡︎ ･ﾟﾟ･｡

you were finally in the clear. after bending around a curve and re-entering the school, the two of you stopped running. you placed your hands on your knees, dropping the backpacks and panting as you both attempted to catch your breath. you had arrived down the hall from the boys’ bathroom. once you could properly regain a proper breathing pattern, you stood upright and examined your boyfriend. just as you both noticed a bloody rip at the knee his once perfect jeans, he began walking toward the bathroom to clean himself up. however, he couldn’t make it too far. his leg was sore from the impact of his fall, and the scrape and running sure didn’t help. he limped a bit, but you grabbed his arm and stopped him. placing it over your shoulder and wrapping your other arm around his waist, you guided him into the bathroom. once you entered, you had him sit on one of the sinks while you gathered supplies to clean his cuts.

“i’m gonna get in so much trouble,” he finally said. he spoke softly, due in part by the pain he was experiencing as well as his ongoing guilt.

“you didn’t have to start a fight,” you muttered, half disappointed but half sympathetic. you always knew he had an edge, but you never imagined you’d see him in a physical altercation. you never looked him in the eye, instead focusing on grabbing a piece of paper towel and turning on one of the faucets.

“like i said, you don’t have to forgive me. especially now- ah, shit.” you accidentally cut him off once you guided his left hand under the running water and started dabbing it with the towel.

you considered his words for a moment as he adjusted to the sensation of the warm liquid on his small cuts. furrowing your brow, you responded, “i don’t think i can yet. it’s too soon.”

“i understand.” he paused, solemnly. “thank you for taking care of me, though.”

“it’s only a bit of cleaning. anyone could’ve done it-”

“no.” he cut you off this time. “thank you for always taking care of me. you’re always there for me, even when i’m not around to reciprocate. you don’t deserve this. i was a shitty boyfriend…”

your eyes darted up to meet his. “was?”

“...well… that’s what you want… right?”

you turned off the faucet, still staring intensely into minho’s eyes. he appeared to be just as perplexed as you were.

“is that what you want?” your hands began shaking as you attempted to mask the anxiety that simmered inside of you. he was the one who was technically in the wrong, but you couldn’t deny the fact that he completed you. having a taste of what it was like to be without him made you realize more than ever that you needed him. you wholeheartedly believed that you could get through this with time... however, what if he had ulterior motives?

his eyes widened. “no! not at all.” his eyes briefly glanced at your hands. he could see the stress he was putting you through and he grabbed your hands, enveloping them in his. “i just figured that’s what you would want. you deserve so much more than…” he let go, staring at his bruised knuckles and the scrapes on his palms. “...this.”

you let his words sink in for a bit. “you know i don’t try to coddle you or anything, right?”

“i know. i’m so pissed at myself for letting all those rumors get to my head. even if those things were true, they wouldn’t be a problem… but i know that now.”

“it only took a few cuts and bruises,” you remarked. “look… i can’t say i’m not upset, but i’m willing to try and work things out… as long as you promise never to fight anyone like that ever again. you scared the shit out of me.”

“yeah… things got a little out of hand.” he used his free hand caress your jaw, stopping at your chin to tilt it up toward him. “i promise.” he pursed his soft, rosy lips before stroking your hair and kissing the crown of your head. you smiled at each other with a newfound sense of closeness.

you continued cleaning up his scrapes until there was no more dripping blood. his nose was definitely going to need a bit of recovery, however you made him promise he’d let your mom take him to the hospital when she arrived at the school; and, he obliged.

you exited the bathroom to reveal the same teacher who attempted to break up the fight. she held minho’s bag. next to her stood the principal, who held yours.

minho was soon to follow you, discarding the rest of the paper towels in the trash. once he caught up to you, he glanced up to discover the same sight. he swallowed hard, his eyes growing wide. he looked down at you, and you at him. your heart was beating uncontrollably.

that is… until minho grabbed your hand, interlocking it with his. suddenly, despite impending doom, everything seemed okay.

and rumor has it, everything would be alright as long as you stuck together.

©️ cotccotc 2020 ~ all rights reserved. do not repost my work on tumblr or other platforms.

[royalhouseofcarrington]

Questions and Answers From Your OC!

From the perspective of your OC (if you want). Do this as many times are you would like to and answer as many as you would like!

I was tagged by the ever so lovely @officalroyalsofpierreland​ and @trentonsimblr (So sorry that I’m just now getting to this) and I’m going to tag anyone who wants to do it! 

I’m very fond of Douxie right now, and he’s still of a box full of questions, so I’ll do him! 

1) What is your favorite sport?

I’m not very much into sports actually. If I have the time, I do enjoy going down to the pool and swimming laps.

2) What is your favorite color?

To be quite honest, I’m not sure. I’m very fond of green and light blue for reasons I’m not quite sure I understand, but I do tend to wear black more than anything.

3) What is your favorite movie?

Growing up my favorite movie was The Sleeping Princess (old, but one of my mothers’s favorites) but as of right now... I’m not quite sure to be honest. I think the last movie I watched was at a premiere for work. 

4) Taken? Single?

Taken. Very much taken by Ana. You could say that I’m... taken for life? 

5) What would be your perfect day?

No work. No filming. No press events. No press tours. A breakfast at the local cafe that I’ve been dying to go to. Take Annie out. Go for a walk together. See a movie. Take her to a fancy restaurant for dinner. Grab some ice cream. Very simple, I feel.

6) Are you a night owl or an early bird?

Oh, how I would love to be a night owl. Unfortunately, my schedule at the moment doesn’t allow for me to be a night owl, so I am an early bird. 

7) Do you think you're smart?

Heavens no. I barely managed to graduate high school on time. My mothers think I am, but they’re the ones who had to watch me struggle through nearly 13 years of math class. 

10) How do you like to be comforted when you are sad?

Chocolates help. And hugs. Great big hugs never hurt. 

11) Where do you want to be in 5 years time?

Standing at the end of the aisle at the very least. At the most? I personally wouldn’t be opposed to some tiny little ones running around.  

12) Do you have any regrets?

Not meeting Annie again sooner.

13) Who are/is your best friend(s)?

My dearest friend is Cody. We’ve known each other for ages and talk quite often. Our schedules are often very contradictory so we don’t see each other face to face very often, but we have a very good time when we do.

14) What was your dream last night?

A very good one. 

15) Who in your family are you closest to?

My mothers, without question. They’ve seen me through highs and lows and I honestly don’t know what I would do without them.

16) What is one thing people don't know about you?

There’s actually a third tattoo..., it’s just hidden out of sight. It has a very important meaning to me though, which is why I got it.

17) Best present ever given to you?

I’m not sure. Annie did get me a signed copy of my favorite book last Winterfest (Watcher knows how she managed to do that, the author’s been with the Reaper for at least 30 years now), so that’s one of them I’d have to say. 

18) What is your favorite food?

Any food made by my Maman. She’s an excellent chef and anytime I’m home for dinner, is completely and utterly worth it. 

19) Earliest childhood memory?

My cousin being a complete bully to me. 

20) Do you have a crush?

I always have a crush on Annie.

21) If you could live in a different period, which one would it be?

I’m rather content in this time period. The fashion of the 17th century is nice, but I’d rather stay here. Those coats look hot. 

22) Any nicknames?

Douxie. Doux’. One of my little cousins once called me Hisi while trying to get my attention and that’s certainly a nickname I am not fond of. 

23) Introvert or Extrovert?

A combination really. Some days I’m an introvert, some days I’m an extrovert. It depends on what’s happening. 

24) Favourite book?

The End of the Beginning by Sarah Laurite. It’s my favourite book series.

25) Hobby?

Playing guitar, mostly. I haven’t been able to find the time for it, but perhaps one of these days I’ll surprise Ana with a guitar song. Perhaps. 

26) Beach or pool?

I haven’t gone to the beach in ages! I’m not a fan of sand, but I do enjoy going down to the pool when I can.

27) First kiss? 

Yes. For privacy’s sake, I won’t share who it was, but I was 12? Maybe 11? 

28) Favourite subject

Art was always my favorite subject in school. That or theatre classes when I got to high school.

29) Age

26.

30) Full name

Hisirdoux Michael Caspersen.

31) Pets?

One black cat who’s fond of roasted salmon who goes by the name of Archie.

32) Age (if they have one)?

Arch is almost 9 years old!

33) Fave song?

I don’t believe that I have one.

34) Where do you live?

Carrington. For privacy’s sake, I won’t say anything more than that.

35) What/who do you miss?

I do desperately miss my late grandmother. She passed away when I was fairly young and I would have loved the opportunity to spend more time with her. 

36) Which school(s) do/did you go to?

On set-school mostly, in conjuction with the Nimben School of the Arts in downtown Bilchester. Growing up I went to Hartford Primary before I was cast.

37) Favorite food? 

Still anything made by my Maman, but also Ana’s baked sweets.

38) Tattoo?

Yes. 3. And more planned.

39) Done anything illegal?

Heavens no.

40) Fav TV show?

CABN’s Texelin Street. Haven’t missed an episode yet.

41) Do you know any celebrities?

Yes, my girlfriend. Other than her? Also yes.

42) Dreams/wishes?

To be able to retire from acting and Simwood and not have to worry about life on set or the tabloid magazines for 5 minutes.

43) Are you very competitive?

Only when I’m pushed to be competitive.

44) Greatest gift (could be a physical gift or a spiritual gift)?

Being adopted by my mothers and being able to have such a loving family and girlfriend.

45) Greatest accomplishment?

Getting cast in my first movie, I suppose.

46) If you were stuck on a desert island, who would you be stuck with?

Can I pick two? Annie and Cody. My girlfriend and best friend and my best friend.

47) Zodiac sign

Scorpio

48) Where were you born?

My birth certificate says that I was born at the Exeter General Hospital.

49) Sexuality?

Straight. 

50) What color are your eyes?

I’ve been informed by several sources that they are green. 

51) What color is your hair?

Black.

52) Do you want/ have kids?

Yes. I would love to have several children one day, hopefully in the near future.

53) when is your birthday?

November 18th.

54) Current mood?

Relaxed. Happy. Nervous. Excited.

55) Do you send goodnight or good morning texts to people?

Depends on who it is.

56) What do you want to be when you grow up/ what is your occupation?

I’m an actor right now. In the future I want to take a step towards the director and producers chairs though.

57) How long do you sleep for?

However long my schedule will allow. 

58) How long does it take you to get up in the morning?

Usually right away, but when I have the time... 20 minutes?

59) How long does it take you to get ready?

5 minutes.

60) Meyer Briggs personality type?

ISFP

[inkykeiji]

CLARI hi omg!!! I just saw what you were saying about tomura from the touyanii universe and I just wanted to say firstly everything you write is literal magic (seriously.. it plays like a movie in my head rather than words I’m reading and whenever I stop reading I feel like I’m getting snapped back to the real world) BUT ANYWAYS, I just wanted to tell you if you ever made a new reader for tomura in that universe I woudl probably keel over and die because that would be SO PERFECT and I can’t even imagine how beautifully you would write tomura actually falling in love with a new reader who I can only imagine will be as perfect as all your other reader inserts <3333 literally your fics inspire me to be a better writer and im just so in love with your writing style too so I just wanted to say all this but I hope you’re doing well and taking care of yourself !!!! 🤍

WAAAAH HELLO!!!! <333

oh my gosh i hope you’ve been well!! <333 i’m so happy to see you in my inbox again!!! waaaaah my sweet friend thank you so much for that magnificent compliment, i appreciate it a lot!!! <33 i’m always so so so flattered whenever anyone compares my work to cinema/a movie in any way, because i love film so much and just aaaaah it’s truly an honour to hear, so thank you for that <3

HEHEHEHE yessss i really, really want to write tomura again soon. i do have the bmb christmas series to finish + post of course, and i have another bmb tomura work (a prequel), but tnii tomura is so vastly different from bmb tomura and i miss him a lot :( i’ve been thinking about him a lot lately and i jotted down a few more ideas for a spin off series with him, so that’s very exciting!! they’re just concepts, though :/ it’s still lacking a plot at the moment. i always feel guilty when i work on other things when i have so many other series’ to finish (especially when some people have been patiently waiting for over a year now for specific pieces) so i definitely have to just put it aside for now while i finish my tag you’re it series. i feel like once that’s done, then i can finally start concentrating on starting a new series, even through i have a million and one oneshots to write for my other AUs hahaha <3 anyway now i’m just rambling hahaha i’m sorry!!

oh my gosh, seriously, that is one of the best compliments any creator can get, in my opinion. it’s so special to hear that your work inspires others to create as well, or to continue creating and further working on their craft!!! thank you for sharing that with me <3 aw hehehe i am trying my best!! i hope you are as well <3 and i’m sorry it took me forever and a day to get to this!! <333

[huenjin]

2020 year end greetings.

disclaimer: this is going to be very long ( ˶ ❛ ꁞ ❛ ˶ ), but that's how much gratitude i have and so much more of love.

2020. ah, this year was a very emotional journey for me and how i wish i could sing jessi's gucci all throughout. however, that was not the case. tumblr helped me run away from all those irl miseries. these people made me feel at home.

this skz writing blog has been existing from the last few days of september and it came to life when i was losing motivation to write on my main (which i closed down because stray kids made me like writing back again) and it's stayed since then. you guys have stayed since then. grateful, a one hundred times and more.

so, this is rue, getting sappy and so much more thankful for everything i have and recieved with this blog. this is rue, asking you to accompany me for a little more and to listen to the stories i have to share. the is rue with heart full of nothing but love for each one of you.

to each one of my mutuals, for whom i pray to the stars to shower you with nothing but fortune —

@sinisterlyhan ♡ eiko, best thing i ever did was hit you up. how are you always so calm? or at least that's the tone i have in my head when i read your texts. it's so pleasant to talk to you. ily. and let me get started on your writing — you've heard this from me like every day but ma'am, you make magic. you lace stars together to form such a beautiful constellation of a writing and i fall in love a little more. thank you for inspiring me to always do better!

the hyunsung demon!au (whew!) — 01. 02. 03.

this hyunjin bad boy!au

@mochinnie ♡ isa, how i wish you handled yourself with a little more care. you're so fragile and delicate and i just want to protect you ?? so much ??? you're precious and one of the most beautiful people i have met. your characterisation is just perfect and god, i wish i could once write headcanons like you do. thank you for being my friend and for fangirling to me and for loving me. it means the world. psst, ily.

this seungmin fic

querencia | hh

@sparklemin ♡ nara!!!! big brain nara! god i love how your asks make my whole day and how you bring up different minho agendas in my head. you have my whole heart and i'm in love with you bye

girlfriend | bcn

hidden confession | bcn

@bearseungmin ♡ dawnie babie thank you for being such an enthusiast all the time while talking. you're so cheerful and happy and thank you for being this nice <33

beat it to the door | bcn

could listen to you read the dictionary | lfl

@chogiout ♡ yah, kira! sometimes i want to whack the back of your head like i whack my sister's, okay? it's the same kinda sibling love with you. fuck, not ever going to let you leave me. after all, my parents taught me to take responsibility of the stuff i rid innocence of. (lmao, sorry, bitch ily!!)

memoir | jyh

this youth of craziness | csn

@mikoto-ica-fics ♡ mi, bb! thank you for being so supportive. istg, if it weren't for you reblogging that one fic of mine, my fics would have never seen light to this day. it's easy to get lost in the tags hehe. and then i happen to text you and omg, aren't you the nicest ever? i love your story ideas, the way you write, the way you interact with people and thank you for talking to me. you make me want to be better.

entangled | lmh, hjs

power grab | hjs

@toffee-hwa ♡ ana! anaaaa~ you're so enthusiastic and supportive and fuck, i looooove ranting and fangirling to you! and the minute i know you're watching the same kdrama as i am, i just go like wheeeeeee— HAN SEOJUN!!! lmao, but thank you so much for talking to me, for listening and for caring! my romanian queen, you pretty human, you're the best!

yet, pt.i

yet, pt.ii

@chandisiacs ♡ yah, pav! must i drag you back to tumblr from twt? must i? i miss you. i really do and i can't wait to have your arse back here. thank you for being such a lively person to talk and hang out with, eee! and not at how you succeeded nano! inspirational! thank you x

thread of all your legendary aus

starboy | bcn

@unsaidhj ♡ you're so soft. and god i love you? and your aesthetics. it's a thing, ma'am. i existed to see your aesthetics lmao. and then i text you and you're so kind omg. i could never hate you so please, ma'am, stop telling me that in panic? huihui, ily and i hope you stay healthy. place yourself first, bb.

knife under my pillow | hhj

scammer, scammed | bcn

@sleepylixie ♡ yo, neighbor! you reminded me how small the world can actual get! love love talking to you about irl stuff because you can understand how messed up it is! and you're so kind, ah!!

in umbra

passion's abyss | lmh

@dreamyhan ♡ one of the few people i see on my dash and go like — hazeeeeeeeeel! you're just so nice, god. like if cotton candy was a person, it would be you, alright? and then there's your writing ability that skyrocket off the roofs because it is that good. thank you for being so supportive and nice to me! x

next time | bcn

in his arms | hjs

@itsapapisongo ♡ boy, my main man, javi!! your work was once my most favorite thing to listen to. loved how the mall worked and everything. and then there's how supportive you are like omg. if only i could explain the courage you give me. it's infinite. you make me feel infinite. also, #hardhours, right?

george of the jungle

swimming fool

@kabira ♡ typing the url down was even more romantic, manx. don't ever change this. love how strong and bold you are. love your opinions and love your writings even more. you're one of those few people who write like they mean every word from their heartstrings. thank you for providing us with stories to tell for eons. x (psst, ily so much!)

backstreet driving | hhj (that's the first skz fic i read because it was from you and not because it was skz and aren't i glad?)

sic semper tyrannis | lty

@dalknow ♡ the only other person on tumblr that i text religiously on discord. i love talking to you, bb. love getting personal with you. love how i can share absolutely anything. thank you for trusting me. thank you for listening to me. thank you for loving me. can't wait for you to put your stories back up on this acc. you're undefeatable and i know you'll have that known.

to each one of my anons, for whom i pray that you stay safe and healthy and most importantly, happy —

🧸 :: put you on the anon list because in my head you are that anon — my very first one and the one that lit up my whole world. it's kind of a very proud moment when someone wants to talk to you. you made me feel that. you made feel loved. and to see how well your blog is doing now, god, i feel like a proud mother.

🐠 :: my greek princess. the fact that i learnt more about breads from you than from my school makes me laugh hehe. you really did light up my world with every ask you sent me and had me unknowingly hope that you are happy in every minute. and now that i know who you are, i'm even more content because you're a mutual too now!

🍧 :: god, you have a special place in my heart, ice cream anon! maybe because you liked me more than my fic and followed me here even though you were an anon from my bts blog. fuck, if that didn't make my heart flutter, nothing ever will! (hush, your relationship is something i am still rooting for!!)

🦊 |🌹| 🥀 | 🛸 :: the way you guys keep checks if i'm staying hydrated and healthy. i am. and even when i wasn't, your asks made me go drink a cup of water ha! thank you for loving me x

tiktok anon :: ♡♡♡♡♡♡ yes idk what else to say to you but that i would give you a piece of my heart. your tiktok asks make my whole day. it's something i look forward too! thank you for always making my day!

and to my other anons, tagged or untagged :: thank you for sending me an ask. every single one, either telling me to stay happy or hydrated, or that my fic was great or that you're feeling extra horny that day (we've all been there!) i appreciate it and thank you for making me smile! x

to all the mutuals that i admire, look upto and wish we talked waaaay more, let's do it soon please! and to some mutuals that i just miss talking to! —

@nightshade-minho (ily! x nicest bean ever!!) :: @satanssmuts :: @lovebini :: @seraplantery :: @xiaojunssmile :: @chan-skz :: @chanluster :: @decembermoonskz :: @bangtantaegi (queen!!) :: @yunhozone (i miss you!!) :: @inkigayeo :: @vocalyunho

i hope each one of you stay happy, content and loved. my memory is pea sized and so i do pray that i haven't forgotten any! thank you for being my mutuals, for sharing laughter and talks with me for these months i've been here! i’m sorry if i missed anyone, but i seriously do appreciate everyone that i’ve ever talked to on here though! i hope to see you all next year and let's be happy together !!

with much love, x rue!

[peaceoutofthepieces]

Sink Or Swim

tag list: @cleocc @feeling-kinda-so-so @hopelessromanticvirgo @dreamy-slytherin @adora8 @lockerfivethreefive @painfully-oblivious @poeticinemaa @jjustonemorething @saraben00 @wedarkacademia @coolguyssyndrome @hischbabe @suckerforsobbe @tayspots @starmansander @theah0lt @zoenneforever @invisibleme @chibibanane @odi-et-amo85

~^~

Tuesday, 10:33

Song: The Neighbourhood - Sweater Weather

Jens paces across the doorstep as he tries the call a fourth time, jamming his thumb against the button before raising the phone to his ear. It buzzes, and buzzes, and buzzes, and Jens curses under his breath.

“I’m not giving up, so fucking pick up,” he mumbles.

On the sixth ring, Lucas does.

“What the fuck, Jens? Can’t you take a hint?”

“No, and please don’t hang up, okay? I’m outside.”

“You’re what?”

“I’m at the front door of your building. At least, I hope it’s your building.”

“How do you even know where I live?”

“You told me last week when I was going to come pick you up, but I don’t know the apartment number, so let me in. Please?”

There’s silence on the other end, and after a few seconds Jens is worried the other boy has hung up. But when he checks, the call is still connected.

He injects some extra pleading into his voice. “Just give me a few minutes to explain. C’mon, I’m freezing my balls off for you right now.”

The silence extends, and then Lucas lets out a sigh. “It’s number seven. Three flights up.”

The line disconnects and Jens fumbles not to drop his phone as he hears the door buzz and quickly moves to push it open. He tucks the mobile safely into his pocket before climbing the steps, not wasting any time taking in the building in his rush. At the top of the third set of stairs, Jens casts his gaze around for a door with the number seven and instead finds Lucas at the end of the short hall, leaning in an open doorway.

Jens falters in his steps as he slowly makes his way to him, suddenly unsure. He hasn’t actually come with an apology in mind; he’d simply told himself with Lucas in front of him, he’d know what to say.

Now that Lucas is in front of him, his mind runs blank. He barely looks at Jens, instead rubbing a tired hand over his face. His eyes are droopy and the skin of his cheeks is a light, rosy pink, the same colour as the sweater he has tossed on over black sweatpants. He looks sleep-soft and cuddly. He begs to be greeted with a kiss. Jens barely manages to refrain.

He may have spent the weekend freaking out. He may still be freaking out. The feelings filling his chest, his stomach, are unfamiliar, and he’d taken Lucas’s few days of silent treatment to attempt to sort them out. To ponder. To research.

He’d spent yesterday doing quite an extensive bit of research.

When he realises that Lucas has caught him staring, he clears his throat. “Hey.”

Lucas crosses his arms over his chest. “Hey.”

His voice is raspy and sleep-soft, too, and Jens decides this was probably a really bad idea. He sweeps his gaze over Lucas once more and raises a brow. “Did I wake you up?”

Lucas scoffs. “Three missed calls, Jens. One right after the other. Yeah, you succeeded very well in waking me up.”

Jens winces. “Sorry. But I mean, it’s half ten. I assumed you’d be up.”

“It’s the holidays,” Lucas sniffs, and Jens supposes he can’t argue with that.

Jens nods, drawing his bottom lip between his teeth. “Uhm—can I come in?”

Lucas shrugs and otherwise doesn’t move. “You only need a few minutes, right?”

“Yeah.” Jens tries not to feel disappointed, but it’s difficult. It’s difficult to hold onto any control at all, faced with a Lucas who is so closed-off, a Lucas who’s definitely mad at him. Jens wants to get angry, too. He wants to tell him to stop overreacting. He wants to beg and plead for forgiveness. He wants Lucas to stop shutting him out.

He wants Lucas to at least smile at him again.

“Okay.” Jens blows out a breath. “I’m really sorry. I mentioned that Jana wanted to meet up?”

Lucas nods, drawing his arms around himself tighter.

Jens nods back, and he doesn’t really know where he’s going with this. “And you know I was confused, after Friday. I needed to clear the air. The whole thing stressed me out and I just had a serious brain-glitch, or something. I genuinely forgot. I know excuses can sound like shit, but I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t mean it, Luc.”

“So your ex-girlfriend—who you don’t wanna get back together with—messaged you, and your brain short-circuited to the point you forgot I existed?”

At this point, Jens understands that Lucas is still thoroughly unimpressed.

“No, I didn’t—that’s not what I’m saying.”

“So what are you saying, Jens? Because to me, it sounds like it’s yourself you’re lying to.”

“What?” Jens furrows his brows. He isn’t lying to anyone.

Lucas softens slightly, but shakes his head. “You’re seriously still saying you don’t feel anything for Jana?”

“She’s leaving.”

That makes Lucas pause. “What?”

“She wanted to talk to me because she’s leaving. At the end of the week. She’s going to New York.”

“New York?”

“She told us about it during the summer, but back then it was just a plan that had fallen through. When she came back to school, I forgot about it. But it’s happening now. That’s why she kissed me.”

Jens didn’t really expect that this is what he’d have to explain, but it’s now that he sees Lucas’s defense begin to slip. The reasons for why—the potential that Lucas is mad not because he was ditched, but because he’s jealous—sets something stirring in Jens’s chest. The something feels a little too much like an excited thread of hope, and he snaps it immediately.

“Why, exactly?” Lucas asks hesitantly.

“She needed to prove to herself that there really was nothing left. And she did. I already knew. Like I told you. It wasn’t about wanting Jana. It wasn’t even really about Jana in the first place. My head was already a mess because my dad was bugging me that morning, and then Jana messaging me just reminded me that we hadn’t spoken, and I blanked. And I’m really fucking sorry. I’d never purposefully miss out on time with you. Seriously.”

It’s more than he usually likes to admit, but he seems to be in the habit, around Lucas, of giving away more than he probably should. He also knows it’s probably the best course of action—and his hope is confirmed when the rest of Lucas’s defense falls away.

“Dads can be a pain in the ass,” he allows.

Jens grins. “Yeah. I knew you’d get me, if you just heard me out. You’re a stubborn fuck, you know that?”

“You deserved it. I froze my balls off for you first, and you didn’t even show up.”

Jens laughs, and permits a shrug. “I deserved it.”

Then there it is—Lucas’s smile.

Bright and easy and beautiful. It begs to be kissed.

Jens resists.

“That’s what I wanted to see,” he says instead, soft, and he’s granted a blush and a roll of eyes in response. Then Lucas finally holds the door open and nods inside.

The change in temperature is immediate, and Jens sighs as the door shuts behind him and he’s wrapped in warmth. He shrugs off his coat and pulls off his beanie, letting Lucas take both from him and hang them on a hook by the door. It’s only when Lucas begins leading him down the hallway that he realises he’s in the boy’s apartment.

His hands grow clammy, and he wipes them discreetly on his sweats as they enter the kitchen.

“Hot chocolate so you don’t lose any body parts?” Lucas teases.

Jens snorts. “Of course you’d offer hot chocolate.”

“What does that mean?”

“Mr Sweet-Tooth, right?”

Lucas side-eyes him. “So you don’t want hot chocolate. Good. More for me.”

Jens makes a small noise of protest. “I never said that.”

“Uh huh,” Lucas smirks at him. “That’s what I thought.”

He moves around the kitchen with ease, taking two cups from one cupboard and the hot chocolate from another. Jens feels warm as he watches him pull up his sleeves to fill the kettle, exposing lightly-tanned forearms, thin but corded.

Jens has to snap his gaze away when Lucas speaks up again. “Stop being awkward. Sit down.”

“I’m not awkward,” Jens mumbles, awkwardly avoiding Lucas’s gaze as he pulls out a chair. Lucas merely turns his head to hide a smile and doesn’t comment.

“Are you here alone all week?” Jens asks, as Lucas busies himself with wiping down the spotless counter.

“Yeah. Apparently offices don’t get the same holidays as schools. Pity.”

“Aren’t you lonely, though?”

Jens regrets the question as soon as it leaves his mouth, and then ten times more when Lucas turns around to look at him. He leans back against the counter, wrapping his hands around the granite top. He shrugs, tilts his head, and asks, “Aren’t you?”

“Most of my time is spent babysitting,” Jens points out.

“Lotte isn’t a baby.”

“I’m talking about Lies.”

Lucas snorts, and the tension dissipates. “She’s the one you didn’t want me to meet?”

Jens rolls his eyes. “You could have met her if you wanted to.”

Lucas hums, unconvinced.

“Really though, Lucas. I’m sorry I fucked up.”

“S’okay,” Lucas shrugs. “Maybe I was being a little harsh.”

“Maybe a little.”

Lucas tilts his head, unimpressed.

Jens says, “Let me make it up to you.”

That seems to be of slightly more interest to Lucas, who raises a brow before moving to pick up the kettle. “How so?”

“Come hang out with me again. This time I’m going to pick you up from right here so you can’t be left waiting in the cold.”

Lucas asks, “Milk or no milk?”

Jens blinks. It takes him a few seconds to realise he’s talking about the hot chocolate. “Whichever way you prefer it.”

Lucas gets some milk.

Then he asks, “When?”

“Anytime you want.”

“We’re hanging out right now.”

“That doesn’t count. Come on. I’m giving you a once-in-a-lifetime, all-access pass here. I’m completely at your mercy.”

Now Lucas appears intrigued. “Really?”

Jens is not one to backtrack. He hums affirmingly.

“Friday?”

Jens nods, and that same feeling is stirring in his chest once more, the thread unwinding into rivulets of apprehension.

Lucas’s gaze is challenging. “But I’m not organising it. Your apology, your work. I expect big things.”

He sets Jens’s hot chocolate in front of him as Jens grins. “I’m sure something will come to mind.”